Schools are production houses akin to industries
They are into manufacturing process with diligence,
Children are spun into yarn without any thick and thin,
Then woven into weft and warp without any fault,
Finally they find their light more or less like a cloth
Schools are into intense competition,
Learning by rote is the only assumption,
Reading becomes a mere automatic application,
Writing takes the form of just copying,
Comprehension is nowhere to be found.
Children perform under pressure,
Losing their childhood in the course,
Scores usurp the central place,
Assimilation takes the back seat,
It is a mechanical mess up.
Tests and exams are predominant,
High grades are the goal of the parents,
Streams of examinations besiege the young mind,
Abandoning them into a cess pool of valuation,
Dooming them to a world of professionalism.
Each child has a liking of its own,
Each one can live his life only once,
Robbing them of their play and leisure,
Compelling them to forsake their ambition,
Is a dreaded sin than any other.
Schools with excessive achievements,
Steal the show and grab the status,
Their demands make us fall back,
The education imparted is no way fabulous,
Yet we find a long queue waiting in their gates.
Two and a half-year old has to take a test,
Parents have to attend interviews,
Those who are supposed to be in the cradle,
Come out to face the stern teachers,
The sweet smile converts itself to a loud cry.
Oh! what a cruelty the children undergo,
Where are you Blue cross and Red cross?
Taking care of animals is humanitarian,
How do you miss the plight of the toddlers?
Could you not do anything to save them?
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