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My School Is My Delight

I enter the school with big wide eyes – shining bright!
Oops! My heart jumping with joy at my best friend’s sight.
Here, I begin my flight.

The prayer begins, it’s a quirky quiet.
We may try hard but eyes know their right!
As ma’am passes by, we begin the naughty ride.

We twist, we turn, we dance.
When ma’am catches us, together we plead, “Ma’am one more chance”!

In the class, on that favourite bench,
Our legs swing together and our hand in hand,
The boring books on bench and tasty tiffin underneath in the trench.
A sip of water is a perfect quench.

Stand upon the bench! Out of the class! Kneel down on your knees!
Believe us, it gives us very elated feel.
Oh Lord! Who gives us so much of zeal?

My school is my home. It’s close to my heart.
Whatever I learn here, is a nine-darter strike.
I am naughty, I am a brat. No No No! this is what I pretend. 
At heart I am the sincerest student.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/20/2019 2:18:00 AM

I imagine that your English teacher will never admire your poetry as much as the poets here, for many English teaching poets might be frustrated that they are doing what they do not actually love for money while you are doing what you love -writing poetry they do not have time to write. Be aware, we know you are here, and we are reading and admiring your poems my friend.

Aditi Sheemar
Date: 5/26/2019 1:47:00 AM

Thankyou very much for being there, for reading and admiring all my poems. It's a great encouragement. In fact, I wait for your comments, right from the moment, I post them.:)