No more a Bully-A Poem on Growing up

A poem on growing up!

Pondering Mee


A sweet child aged nine, with a smile on his face
and gleam in his eyes,
He looks forward to meet his classmates at school,
But little did he know that his friends are not true.
He treads to his class with curiosity unbound,
‘Why is the school building built this way,’ he thinks aloud.

Suddenly, a classmate plays a prank;
struck out his feet-the child toppled and fell.
The corridor echoed with the laughter from the mischievous peers,
‘You can’t even walk straight, dumb boy,’ they yelled.

A teacher came and scolded the child,
‘can’t you be cautious even after wearing a spec on your eyes?’
He is embarrassed and wanted to speak,
but before he could utter,He was sent to his seat.

He sat quietly with tears in his eyes,
making sure that no one else sees him crying.
The so-called friends whispered and mocked him off,

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