Bunking

We were ready for our school in winter,

With our rubbing hand and heavy bag we enter.

Assembly ground was the joy of heaven,

That warm environment that God had given.

The classroom was a place of ice,

Wanted a teacher who take us to that warm paradise.

Periods with the time was passing by,

The sun was captured in our pity eyes.

The next class was of our Hindi teacher,

Stories were full of boring feature.

A sudden thought came in my friend’s mind,

We ran out of our class like a stormy wind.

We were searching for the place to hide,

We sat under the sun and felt pride.

The period got over after a while,

We got up with a smile.

Like this we bunked our class,

And through this impossible mission, we passed.