Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 6, 2014

the village School..~by Akshaya Kumar Das


 

 

the village School..

just five yards away
stood my village school,
the primary school,
As a ritualistic infant,
my job was visit to the school,
every morning with
a bag full of books,
attend the classes that followed one by one.
failing which followed the rebukes to familiar blows.
with a half an hour interval in between.
Arithmatics to Nursery Rhymes,
and little black slate with a piece of chalk,
A daily prayer for the welfare of the being,
for the welfare of the society , the country
followed the classes,
the bells rang at hourly intervals,
from one to ten , ten to hundred,
A for Apple, Z for Zebra..
from A to Z all alphabets followed
the menu one after the other..

the slates in the class room
competed with each other,
for a check by the teacher,
the teacher slapped or caned
for wrong entries,
then followed the rhymes,
jack & jill went up the hill,
jack fell down, jem went down..
twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are..
the midday meal hour,
rush home for an half an hour brake,
then run for afternoon session.
afternoon sessions went easy,
with everyone including the teachers’ feeling drowsy,
the after meals process kept all busy,
the games period was really amazing,
two teams were always set against each other,
one won and the other lost.
As the school bell rang,
our ecstasies knew no bounds,
we were ran helter skelter for home.
the cowboys got home bound with the herd,
before the sun started to set in the western sky,
we forgot to remember the chapter of the school.

(c) copy right Akshaya Kumar Das 6/11/2014


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