Poetry

Poem: School

By: Anadi Naik

My daughter goes to school
Dangling her pony tails
carefully meshing up her hair
She picks up her books in her backpack
And starts walking.
She walks to the school.
It is a ritual.
Like many generations of kids before her
She hates it every morning.
Books are okay.
Sometimes teachers are good too.
But she hates being confined between the walls
She hates to learn to compete
To grow up to face the absurdity of life and death
And everything in between.
Her heart wants to fly away from the walls
Into the sky
The boundless sky.
It is intolerable to obey
the teacher
the parents
The society
Yet, she and her friends do it.
They all go to school to grow up.

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