A Way To My Classroom Poem by AMISHA SALHOTRA

My classroom is full of failures and shining stars,
often there are many wars.
morning starts with a meditation,
freshing our minds.
and giving us power to create disturbances of many kinds.
mathematics full of properties and formulae,
science takes me to the life of an algae.
english teaches me many morals,
it's fun reading poems that take me to a world of horror.
now mughals are ready to attack our minds,
archaeologists too, for making us aware of their finds.
a bell rings,
and it's a period of games,
to the ground we run happy and gay.
we are now ready for new games to play.
it's time for lunch,
girls are standing in a bunch.
as if they are to call a meeting.
here comes a boy,
whom the another is beating.
all the day shouting by their names,
monitor's throat has come to pain.
spikes and flicks are the ones too complicated to understand,
boys are with hair straight which stand.
boys are too shocking,
girls are no less.
with their flicks coming down knocking.
though my class needs to be polished,
but i really don't want it to be abolished