'SIDDHARTH'(My Nephew)

‘Siddharth’,my name,I study in a school,
‘Don Bosco’,the school,teaches me to study, never to fool.

In the final of my nursery,I attend to my classes,
My teacher,’Mrs Judith’,sometimes only wears glasses.

Early in the morning, when sixish is the time,
‘Wake up,wake up,wake up’,is my mother’s usual rhyme.

With paste over my tooth brush,she lifts me in her arms,
My eyes half shut,I curse the alarm.

Gulping down the milk,she hauls me in for a bath,
Unconsciously do I waddle,behind my mother’s path.

Putting on my clothes,she hurriedly combs my hair,
Searching for my bag,running places everywhere.

Holding to her finger,I step into my car,
To reach a bus stop which is not very far.

Sitting in the bus,the only thing I wonder,
‘Why children go to school’,is the parents biggest blunder.

-Vikram Kher-
18th Of July 1992

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