Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 26, 2014

SCORN~by Indira Sadanandan




I studied in a small village school
Functioned in a hall
Thatched with coconut leaves
Over thick black stone pillars
At the right end of which
There was a big room,the head master’s
Room,where was kept the maps
Globes,attendance registers and
Such records connected with
It was a government school
Class rooms were divided with benches
So every class and teacher teaching etc
Could be viewed by every one
I was so small and we with the
Children of our neighborhood walked
All along to the school,came home in the
Mid day to have the lunch ,ran back quickly
To reach before the after noon classes begun
My children,got their education in the Ootty
Residential schools
And my grand children having their education
At International schools
Are looking down my humble way
Of living upon with scorn and aversion

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