The third-classers say they it
They were first-classers
When as a student
But none but I myself know it
What they are,
What metal are they made of,
Where they used to sit,
The last-benchers they are
Who used to loaf about, whistle and shriek
Marking the arrival of the teachers,
Mewing, howling, barking and shrieking as a new-born babe.
Powerful and incisive write. Great images specially the closure line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful lines nicely put together....