Handwritings Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

I have handwritings,
They are said to be bad,
Said by my teachers
That they are very worst.
I am indeed very sad
At the school I am.
I am solitary:
An isolated boy.
How shall be changed
My handwritings.
All have good-writings,
But why not I.
What’s wrong with me,
And why not’s good.
Days have changed,
Why ain’t you.
Please change in quick,
Or shall be forever
The worst handwriting.
But my hope is high
In the positive style.

Writing Date: 4th January,2009, Sunday