Class * Poem by bhoj pal singh

With my friend without will
Winter season the day was chill
An ehtrance form I had to fill
Seats were graced with 'Jacks and Jill'

Sir appeared in loose garments**
His appearance reflected saint
All stood in his respect
'Strength increased' was first comment

'Dear Students, keep in mind
Our game* is a little blind
Learn how to face the blowing wind
Shame should ever be confined

Never think of ration
Never think of nation
Never think of emotion
Always think of mere motion'

I opposed so I was turned
Out of the class with full disgrace
'No matter' my comrade said
Then I left with heavy pace..

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*OF POLITICS, **put on by Indian leader,