English Is the Best
A young sparrow
While eating boiled marrow,
Asked her mother
Mom, can i join a school?
To make the others fool?
Mom nodded ‘yes’
And warned her not to make a mess;
She took her addjel
And kept inside the satchel;
She rushed to the class
And broke the window glass
Nobody gave her a seat
Her wings started to beat
Finally she found her chair
To sit with her pair
The children made fun
Her heart palpitated to run
Each period she flapped her wing
To remind the bell to ring
She trembled as if in a winter
When the teacher yelled in thunder
Last period is english
She could really relish
When she returned to her nest
She said that “ english is the best of the rest”
s.bagyalakshmi.
Copyright © Bagya Lakshmi | Year Posted 2013
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