A Child's Day

School time is over Nothing to cheer No one at home Till eve, left alone Grounds full of houses None to play around Virtual world seems so real Reality is like a Dream Laptop sits on my Pa's lap Mama shoos me around Class work is a chore Homework is a bore I can't do what I like I don't like what I do I can't even sleep How can I Dream? Mornings’ can't even cry Mouth thrust with paste Milk does not taste I am back to my drill The slum boys out look better They play in open pools Like me, they look no fools They don't even go to schools Children’s Day is around. This Poem is written to depict the Angst of a Child in a Middle-Class family of Modern India