Elegy Written On My Student
Yesterday you attended class we saw
and studied, played with friends all day long.
Among lots you didn't attention draw,
In assembly you sang, the prayer-song,
but we didn't differ you from other.
Morning bell rang, we all thronged for prayer.
I heard a whisper, 'Neha is no more, brother.'
But couldn't make out as I met her rare.
Std v student? I don't have any class there.
She died when her legs slipped on their yard.
a girl of nine, but her parents didn't care.
They didn't take her to doctor, or feared.
Still now I can't recognize her, though
she has been one of our pupils,
she has been lost in air we know,
we won't see her in class room or in drills.
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