To learn at school

The class rooms are so boring I secretly sometimes resort to snoring I will doze off little and look around The students with same tendencies are found Even though so much is to be learnt at school I always think about a person who is very fool Then they say he was reformed and made a sensible His life was changed and now he was perfect and able Such stories are filled daily in our ears We will be here quietly for many more years Sometimes I am gripped with unknown fear And sometimes filled with joy friends who are very dear As the day start with prayers in premises Lot many lectures are delivered with promises Many good advises on alertness and misses But more attention on study in classes The morning hours are considered good for studies The lectures are easily picked and shared with everybody But as the days start ascending the laziness starts The attention is diverted and comes to some parts All students want some change with schedule They will add some joy by adding some fuel They may pull shirts or pinch from the back rows The front row boys will suffer most and wait to retaliate now As girl I will do the same when they are off the attention I will pass some low voice remark and wait for its retention They will have fear for the want of some complaints against I will go on more with the same and repeatedly insist If I am more annoyed then I will throw some arrow I will call them by some names merely to allow Still they will not respond and keep quiet I will not rest until they respond and request I will twist my tongue in mouth Take it top, bottom, north and south Make move with some different sound Until they relent happily and come round This too infuriate me and I aggravate it further I don’t care for their sentiments or bother It gives me enough of irritation when I see them smiling On teacher’s arrival I presume to be busy and start filing This place is called worship and I too believe I consider it better place to spend and live How many more faces we come across and see The comfort and shed to all as afforded by tree I hear elders to narrate their experience They might have observed it with variance I too feel it sweet and bitter but still amusing I am yet pushed to school even if insist on refusing