Students
a school is your workplace
it's a model of the external
where life's complexities
are refashioned, simplified
for wisdom
Your guardians withhold
the world's painful wham
in order
that you grow with glow
that knowledge be incremental
for each day you unfold
You ask- they present!
But
have you thought of how
they acquire
or, the sorrows they tolerate
to make you someone?
What would happen
should they now go?
Would life carry …
No, No! !
Then the world's
Logistics will unveil its plan
after which
life's stresses will hit full on
Then, it is then
Then that you'll experience
The earth's crushing hands
The world does not pause
to make you open
neither
will it extend a hand
because you're young
nor
shall it understand
on account of your inexperience
Students
the world's past youth
shield you now
they mask the miseries
beneath a smile
they wear a front
not that you be enticed
but
that you be equipped
before you come
Students
life's incidences
aren't
glamorous
like the sunset
so
let not sex destroy the lessons
let not drugs hold you hostage
let not crime distort the mind
let not alcohol makes you imprisoned
let not looks destroy your purpose
let not residence navigate you limitations
let not absenteeism mar a superior thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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