In the classroom i sit today,
Puzzled like an ostrich very scared;
came after enjoying the breeze,
here my mind is getting a freeze;
physics something can't I know,
brain doors shouting in fear, No! No! ;
teacher makes it more boring,
questions hitting like a machine gun firing;
this is something for me completely disgusting,
every second getting more frustrating;
Nobody here likes these studies,
Rather roaming around with favourite buddies;
Deep inside for focus we hide,
We all wait to go outside;
Thinking of childhood I cherish today,
when there used to be no pressure at bay;
I wish to go back to my childhood back in good ol' times,
And stop writing such useless rhymes.
Mayank Sharma
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hilarious..and i think you hate rhyming...well written sir