‘An Ode to the Bench’
Oh Bench! bright and shiny at first
But with years, dusty and shaky.
Scribblings of hearts, names, sums and marks
You have to bear all the follies of the young heart!
Always choked up with books
And paper chits passed on as pranks.
Someone spills water and you are dripping wet
Someone sick throws up on poor you!
In the Break , the girls gossip by
They say walls have ears
Don’t they know ,benches too ?
Shh…A secret just between you and me.
Weary kids droop and doze off till the next class
Restless feet during boring lectures kick poor you!
When will they be freed from this torture,
And you from their kicks?
The bell rings and the kids flee
To their new found liberty!
They bang their bags and play upbeat drums
And you are left in your solitude, awaiting another school day…
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It's been a long time since many of us went to school or maybe years, if you have graduated ! I have written a poem reminiscing school days in the praise of benches.
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