Binoy Barman

Rookie (May 14,1969 / Narayanganj)

No More School - Poem by Binoy Barman

No more school

No more school no sitting
It is the time to play
Let’s go to the river bank
And make doll with clay.

Keep all the books away
Let’s go to the field
With grass and shrubs
A beautiful hut we build.

From the top of the tree
Let’s count cloud
Getting rid of exam worry
Let’s sing aloud.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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