Listen to the scream of the bud.
Could any see the tiny heart's crud?
Birds,Fawns,flowers,lambs bloom.
A holy child I' am in a gloom.
A blooming bud and naive,
Yet the wise men gifted a churlish heave
My heart torned with a hurricane cleave,
I stood with a throbbing greave.
Alas,Alas, no longer a knowledge den,
I scorn from this glen.
Ah,i can't hold a quill pen.
O Lawmen save me from the den.
O Wise men, look at my briny eyes,
trembling hands and shivering legs.
O elders,my heart flutter with ache,
For the tyrant wrath i taste
O' the scholars,what ye preach
Song of love or anguish tone?
O the mentors,what ye teach?
Wisdom words or boorish note?
I hopped and sprawled to learn,
Alas, I sensed only the spurn.
O wise men,let them smile and seek
Never let them wail and weep.
(This is a poem on corporal punishment.)
6 comments:
well.. a good one...! keep posting such wonderful poems.. !!!!! ya.. it made me remember the argument we had over corporal punishment..!!!
nice but a bit on the extreme side.. no? instead of innocent the child is looking poor bechara types and the teacher like a menace..
Well said!
i cant understand what kind of teachers r those?? the 2 deaths of school girls have stirred some political interests...but i fear it will die down with the elections n be forgotten forever...didnt come across any action by education minister :(
heartfelt!
@Prasanth...our argument was on 'Death Penalty" and other extremes like dipping in oil/hot water or slicing the tongue..where i favoured both.All those punishments were for rapists..and they do deserve such things..:-)
@ST...you haven't seen how the teachers impose brutality on poor kids.If you had observed,sure you also will write poems on corporal punishment :-)
Vin...ya...we claim ourselves to be the followers of Ahimsa and non violence...and tutors promotes all Himsa..A paradox!
Sawan.. :-)
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