Small child
I get bored
And snore
With the worry of tomorrow
To get up early and go
Whole day goes with hectic schedule
The tuition are in pipe line with lessons from school
The sun rushes to west
With fast movement from east
Night is still on head
Whole body becomes dead
Mind bears vacuumed
Whole of the energy stands consumed
Parents are worried
But whole of load is carried
On my shoulder
Mentally I suffer
You look at the size of school bag
Books are pushed inside with tags
It has no relevance with my being
I have all restrictions on me to sing
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You look at the size of school bag Books are pushed inside with tags It has no relevance with my being I have all restrictions on me to sing