Poem 335: School Bag

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

School Bag

The school bag was too heavy:

heavier than her life's burden.

Little hearts are like bird's feathers-

hardly know how to cope up with.

Learning seems to be 1947 riot:

fear tears the nerves.

Teachers are like blind religious leaders:

spread dead thoughts and sleepy actions.

She fell down from stairs, a ten years girl,

received spinal injury, undergone surgery, is now out of danger.

Childhood cries, 'It's me. I fall from stairs. I lost my entity'.

Humanity- now deaf and dumb- shouts, 'Either compete or die'.

Future laughs, 'A robot is a robot- living nonsense'.