The Life In Boarding School... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I had an adult in me when I was a child,
The life’s cruel experiences had taught,
Very cruel lessons when I was just five,
Never played with toys, though I had many,
Never talked aloud, though I had the opportunity,
Never crossed the road, never spoke as an innocent child,
Always listened, observed and thought,
The life had taught me the cruel lessons,
Of separation from the parents,
I struggled very hard not to make a mistake,
The boarding school was packed,
With kids from many walks of life,
They behaved as the kids, crying for their mothers,
I never shed a drop of tear and displayed it,
as it might hurt my loved ones a lot,
Always obedient in front of everyone and,
Flied as the bee, collecting the lifelong treasure,
Life was easy, though meddled with shuffled,
Meddled are the thought, looking for the parents,
Cursing the boarding Schools and the Gods,
Who have created such an institution as the substitute,
A card from the shuffled pack was taken to rest,
Leaving us, the siblings, not in storms, but in safe hands,
The hands touched our heads and blessed,
The eyes watched, followed and protected,
Before the arrival of various troubles,
I had an adult in me when I was just five,
Because I have known that I am being observed,
From the sky, through the windows,
They never let me to play as the child,
Who is claimed to be too innocent and ignorant,
The children may need the touch of the mother,
The children may speak the truth without hesitate,
The children may have the mind, full of peace,
The children may grow in the homes with parents.