April & May - Poem by Ramesh Iyengar
Books thrown away.
School bags banished.
Pencils prohibited. Teachers forgotten.
Torn notes and books dealt
by a junk merchant,
earning a few coins for a sack of school cargo.
To forget lunch and play,
loiter, hug pals in cricketing pitches.
Balls, bats, sticks, stumps, quarrels with umpires,
cool juices drunk
under white-hot tropical chithirai sun.
Torn, tired, sweated, soiled, return to dens,
to be scolded by papa and grandmas.
April, May months - annoyance for aged.
Pure paradise for kids.
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- - Ramesh Iyengar
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