Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

My School - Julien Day School 35 E, Elgin Road, Calcutta. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I often wonder, what did my school offer?
Did it do anything substantial?
People ask me, genuinely
What is the spice of your sexy write?
Firstly I don't know if I write.
I don't know if it has any spice.
To many in my family I am a lousy lice.
But that's not the point, this poem is not about my vice.
My school taught me to be me.
It taught me to be free.
It taught me to be bold and yet be a bee.
Small yet humming with intensity.
Never to be worried about marks.
Never to be worried about if I passed,
But to be worried to death, if I did really enjoy the class.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A man or a woman is crafted in the school. The rest is Avon, revlon and reckless reckon.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013



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