The Backbenchers Poem by Sameer Agnihotri

They never sit in front just to avoid teacher’s attention,
They never gave answers when teacher ask them,
They always make noise, audible miles away,
They never paid attention in class,
They were never on time to school,
They were the first in ground and last in class,
They never bought notebooks or books,
Their schatel was light as feather.
However, they enjoyed the school life,
They were the thorns to protect the flowers of class,
They were the mountain that every obstacle must encounter to reach soft lands,
Frontbenchers were the brain but they were the heart,
For me they were “The backbenchers” and real students of class and; the lifeline of class.