The Callow Youths Of High Calibre Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

After calling it a day to my school career,
I tried my tongue in a University.
When I entered the canteen for the lunch
three boys greeted me and took me to a table.
“ O my God, O my God, bless me! ”,
One of them bent and touched my feet.

“ You fool! You made my stick
broken and laughed off my canning
for drooling over a girl in the school.
Sorry dear! I beat you deadly that day”,
I said and caressed on his back.
“God! You beat me and advised me
not to have her on the brain.
And so I’m here doing B.Com.”
“Very nice. But the studs in your ears,
the rings around your wrists
and the chain dangling from your neck
give you the glamour of a star.
“ Thank you, God! This is a college.
The lecturers don’t have prying eyes
and so we are happy guys”, he said and smiled.

“ You cackled in the school in native tongue
but here you whisper in English,
looking around for the girls, fearing mistakes! ”,
Before I uttered the words, he shot back:
“ How could we, God, if we were taught English
by cack-handed, tongue-tied masters in school? ”.
“You’re fast to respond my dears, as you often
take fast food. Cheers for early blooms in English! ”,
I rushed back waiting not for his reply.