WELCOME TO MARCH SESSION (A poem by Muhammad Ulfat Anjan for sachnews Jammu Kashmir) Welcome to March session , Declared the intelligent men; The students went to sleep – Now March the fruits will reap. The parents curse the system , The authorities are quiet and mum. The teachers yawn and snore , After closing the office door. The principal is on leave , The Madams sweaters weave. The peon to none is known , He is busy with sweeper on phone...! The librarian is playing in the lab , The lab technician asleep in his cab. The registers are covered in dust , The markers consumed by rust. The boards ,desks and chairs , Have closed their eyes and ears. The bell does no more yell , And nothing does the timetable tell. The haunted vacant rooms , Everywhere darkness looms. The library and the lab , Have developed deadly scab. The ground is silent and still , Perhaps the umpire is ill ...! Silent is the ball and bat , Occasionally serving some rat. The canteen is crying aloud , In a dark black shroud. The cups ,plates ,spoons all , Are dead by the canteen wall. But March will surely come , And bees will sing and hum. There will be spring again , And blessed showers of rain. And all will dance and sing , And again the bell will ring........!
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 06:47:33 +0000
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