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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
