Excessive energy, ingenious ideas and varying talents,
These are the traits of my darling students.
They live each day,
With the spirit and zeal, of a holiday.
Whenever I am sad or depressed,
I think about them and feel relaxed and refreshed.
Their bright innocent faces,
Force me to overlook all their vices.
Sometimes they are mischievous,
Their strategies to cut classes are often devious.
My students hate assignments, projects and lectures,
They also specialize in bullying the new teachers.
According to them, it’s not so cool to be called a ‘nerd’,
And ‘Examination’ is, obviously, the most detested word.
Yet these reckless rioters turn religious during the exam days,
And miraculously, mend their wanton ways.
A couple of days before the result declaration,
The teacher, inevitably, becomes the object of their sudden affection.
Alas! They always forget that most teachers have a conscience,
And that they should have made a better use of their intelligence.
Its fun and frolic for those who pass,
And an year-full of insults for those who remain in the same class.
Thus, school life follows its well defined pattern of progression,
And the same saga continues, in the next session.
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