shrushti rao


A Student’s Life -?

They say-
The process of learning
Never ends
I wish I could say-
Should I learn? Or earn?
Or should I survive the bitter world?

Parent’s say-
Score well for living
The future aid
Can I say? -
When should I live
My present day?

Teacher’s say-
Study to give
Yourself a name!
A Fame!
My thoughts say (as he did) -
What’s there in a name?
A Fame?

Relatives’ say-
My child scored!
How ‘bout you?
Let me, justly, answer them-
I ‘m not your child!
Why do you care?

Just let me live my life
I shall learn and earn
Myself a name,
A fame
And do the rest tomorrow

It’s a long life
A student’s life-
To live the present
And the future
Depending upon
The process of learning
That never ends!

-Shrushti Rao

Submitted: Wednesday, March 03, 2010

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