The Strict Teacher And The Bad Boy: A Lesson In Discipline Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Guruji, beat me not
And the strict disciplinarian teacher beating,
Tight and tough old-timer teacher
With a cane into the hands
Giving the commands and orders
Like some military officer.

If the tasks done, o, k.,
If not, take the canes, the date canes,
Roll on the date leaves,
Stand up in the sun,
Do sit ups and downs holding the ears,
Holding the ears.

Stand up on the bench,
Kneel down
And again the teacher coming
And twisting the ears,
Beating back and blue
And slapping,
Such a day was also.

The punishment was rigorous,
The order and command as such
For the simple students,
But the naughty the naughtiest,
Will not read
Even if punish you.

The students as loafers may challenge,
Show the chain,
The knife
And the pistol
To the invigilator,
Such a time also came in between.

Some naughty boys from the last benches
Whistling and making others burst into a laughter
And the whole class aghast
And the oldie fellow beating the last benchers
On suspicion,
Just for one loafer many used to be got beaten
For no fault of own
And the oldie on a beating spree,
Searching the loafer or asking to name.