School Boy

When I was of Thrice
My mom dressed me nice
By putting my lovely dress shoes and socks
I went to school with lunch box

Every early morning of new day
I woke up with joy and gay
But when its time to say good bye
To my mom I began to cry!

Soon I habitual and eager to go
Whatever rain, heat or snow
But when I squeezed by homework
I try to cop-out from my work

When I saw exam on my head
I try to stay on bed
I was always fearful scared
And always prays to runaround

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poem by Bhavik Bamania
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