Friday, December 9, 2016

ON GOING TO SCHOOL





   











                           














                                                                                             





















                        1)        A swarm of butterflies in spring
                            In multi-colored dresses cute and clean
                            With flower-fresh beaming faces seen
                            Like a flock of singing birds on wing
                            Though burdened with a heavy load of books
                            A glorious sunny glow shone through their looks.

                2)        With pretty fingers waving warm good byes
                            To their dads and moms, they ran like fawns
                            To board their coaches in breezy morn
                            As their teachers beckon them with welcoming smiles.
                            They seem to enjoy their fresh morning bus- ride 
                            The future citizen's of tomorrow, our nation's pride !

               3)         Their merry prattle rang through my heart
                            Their buoyant spirit thrilled my aging mind
                            Such  happiness nowhere can we find
                            Such leaping childhood zeal nowhere can we spot
                            Free from self-shrinking worries and  selfish cares
                            Such spontaneous mirth can we dream to share !

              4)          My mind flew back to my earlier years
                            A lad in simple dress with reluctant feet
                            To go to school and his teacher meet
                            A whining boy with dithering fears
                            No luxurious coach for him to board
                            He had to walk with friends on muddy road.

              5)          A routine recital of rhymes sing-song
                            A noisy den with no encouraging look
                            We squatted on floor in a dismal nook
                            Slogging and repeating till  the last bell rang
                            Sometimes to skip school we feigned to be sick
                            Our elders soon saw through our childish tricks.

              6)          With a sigh of relief while going home
                            I watched on the lawn a flock of sheep
                            Grazing and bleating with a merry leap ;
                            How freely and happily they roam
                            Ignorant of losing soon their breath
                            To be a dish for men after their death.

              7)          The twittering birds seemed to mock at my state
                            How freely floating with their inborn skill
                            None taught these creatures how to hunt and kill 
                            Why me alone to slog and drudge? Human fate ?
                            The swimming fish, street dogs and floating ducks
                            Appeared to question my state of luck.

              8)          Good manners with respect our teachers taught
                           "Do your duty with care" their lifetime creed 
                            Good stories with morals they made us read
                            A sense of discipline they always sought
                            They corrected our mistakes with meticulous care
                            Slothful negligence never did they spare.

              9)         And yet in school simple pleasures we felt
                           Not burdened with a load of back-breaking store
                           With fewer books we tried to acquire knowledge more
                           Though not equipped with tools of internet ;
                           We played our simple games with a sense of thrill
                           Though not well-trained in games and sporting skill.

            10)         We wondered at our teachers' knowledge and skill
                           We listened to their stories and morals caught
                           Their fluent flow of language impressed our hearts ;
                           They made us love learning with a sense of thrill
                           Their caring nature in their every act did gleam
                           They were treated by all with respect supreme.
                 
            11)         Those past days in a trice flashed back as I stood
                           Watching these kids lightly tripping about
                           Running and laughing with a lusty shout
                           Childhood breathes in all a jubilant and jolly mood
                           Fresh angelic faces with sunny future ahead
                           A wave of joy in my bosom they spread.

            12)         Move on, you gallant future hopes of the world
                          Armed with new skills and creative thoughts ;
                          This world in narrow grooves perplexed and caught
                          Mired in struggle for power with hatred and discord ;
                          Lead us to a new realm of wisdom and cheer
                          Where men live in harmony with a conscience clear.
                          



                         
                            
                            



    
                         


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   10th  December , 2016                                            Somaseshu Gutala                          
                             
                                         





                            




            


    
                                       
                                       
                             
                                            

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