Backpack heavy, notebooks full,
Sleepy eyes but spirit sprightly,
Schoolroom hum, a teacher's lull,
But inside, dreams burn fiercely!
Stars dance 'tween equations' lines,
Words soar with wings of ink unfurled,
Brushstrokes paint in sunlit climes,
Melodies hum within a world.
From lab coats white to fields of green,
From bustling streets to silent stars,
Each mind a seed, unseen, serene,
Reaching high, defying bars.
So hold your head, though books are thick,
Though tests may twist and turn and bend,
The fire in you, a burning wick,
Will light a path that knows no end.
For every doubt, a whispered truth,
For every fear, a whispered rhyme,
You hold the spark of burning youth,
And dreams that make the future shine.
So dream in class, beneath the trees,
Dream on the bus, beneath the moon,
Let knowledge fuel your gentle breeze,
And blossom, student, blossom soon!
About the Creator
Sunil Kushwaha
I am a writer of the poems that can touch the heart of the people
Comments (2)
This made me miss school days. Thank you for sharing these. Well written!
I like the depth of perception into this period of time. Your poem reads like a tribute as well as inspiration. Thanks so much for sharing!