Our Everyday Tourist Spot

Every morning we visit a place so grand,
Not marked on maps, yet famous in our land.
People think it’s a classroom—quiet and neat,
But step inside… it’s a zoo on every seat.
A polar bear sits cool, calm, and bright,
Surviving the chaos with silent might.
Watching the madness with curious eyes,
Blending cold calm with warm disguise.
A donkey brays with dramatic flair,
Then hops like a kangaroo without a care.
One moment sharp like a scorpion’s sting,
Next tall as a giraffe, seeing everything.
So many forms in one single soul—
The zoo itself can’t keep control.
A snake glides smoothly, clever and wise,
Silent moves with observant eyes.
A crab walks sideways, mood on display,
Pinching the moments in its own way.
A crocodile waits with a dangerous smile,
Calm on the surface, savage after a while.
Some boys roam free like untamed tribes,
Breaking rules, living jungle vibes.
Monkeys swing with laughter loud,
Turning silence into a playful crowd.
Elephants stomp with heavy grace,
Their presence felt in every space.
The sloths take time like it’s all a dream,
Homework moves at a snail’s slow theme.
A chameleon changes color with ease,
Fake smiles shifting to fit the breeze.
And standing tall, whistle in hand,
Is the zoo keeper, calm and grand.
Controlling the chaos, roar by roar,
Keeping peace on this jungle floor.
Though noisy, wild, confusing too,
This tourist spot feels strangely true.
A zoo of memories, laughs, and fights—
Open daily, from bell to bell, every day in sight. 

- Sakina Banu