My School - Julien Day School 35 E, Elgin Road, Calcutta. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I often wonder, what did my school offer?
Did it do anything substantial?
People ask me, genuinely
What is the spice of your sexy write?
Firstly I don't know if I write.
I don't know if it has any spice.
To many in my family I am a lousy lice.
But that's not the point, this poem is not about my vice.
My school taught me to be me.
It taught me to be free.
It taught me to be bold and yet be a bee.
Small yet humming with intensity.
Never to be worried about marks.
Never to be worried about if I passed,
But to be worried to death, if I did really enjoy the class.