Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 22, 2018

GOD OF POOR PUPIL~by Balachandran Nair




Sir, I am ten
Study in fourth
In nearby Govt. school
We are three
Two, elder sisters.
They work in paddy field
Father unknown
Mother I’ll,
Still sell fish.
Rich pupils go to
Big private schools away
I walk to school
Bare-foot, bare food
Rich pupils study
To become doctor, pilot.
I study for mid-day meal.
They awake till 11, read,
Sleep in class in uniform.
No bulb or oil or home,
I sleep at 6 in seed farm.
God, my mom is pregnant.
When my younger brother come
Give him a rich father
To send him to rich school
In shining shoes and tie.
Thank you God.
Yours, poor lad.


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