With The Bell Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
With The Bell
while in classroom they were with the bell
his mind some place else dwelled
where rafts of white on blue set sail
nimbus grew in mountain swell.
let them all be in that room
pursue wisdom in blackboard gloom
he won't go in that pursuit
when world outside called his feet.
he would breathe the endless sky
chase rainbow and butterfly
in shade of tree find sweetest dream
more than it was not for him.
he would sit by that placid lake
in its ripples' lullaby half awake
hug the wind run wild sunburned
leave classroom lessons remain unlearned.
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4/30/2024 3:47:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
....The world of class room may be a bit different and at times not very attractive as the one seen beyond the class rooms. But once the roaming mind has fully drunken from outside, it is time to a sip a little from the class room as well. When the favourite and well informed teacher opens his mouth in his turn before a crowd of non truant students learning opens its flavour and the world of the rainbow and the butterfly has to take a back seat. The phases of learning vary from those of childhood curiosity to adulthood exploration. Anyways, a fine write sir.