What's In My Bag?

The students’ lifeline is their school bag,

Wherever they go, it’s the thing that they drag.

It’s not just for books, lunchbox or a pencil case,

It is a student’s very own space.

 

One prefers a bag that doesn’t hurt one’s back,

But with a million things inside, it becomes like a grain sack.

A math textbook, a pencil or some English notes,

Or the circulars that turn into many paper boats.

 

Lunchboxes inside, with food steamy and hot,

And snacks that fit in each and every slot.

In a restaurant in a class, the bag’s our dining table,

The teacher still teaches while we tell our friend a fable.

 

The best time in school is when we take a nap,

Our bench becomes a bed within a snap.

So, then our school bag becomes a pillow,

We are to the bag as a cricket bat to a willow.

 

The school bag is our goods carrier,

Be it a Rubik’s cube or a friend’s book.

For dumping things in, there’s no barrier,

It safeguards each and everything we took.

 

It’s hard to believe that our childhood does fit

In our school bag, our personal toolkit.

It’s our treasure chest worth more than a jewel,

Because it has memories of our dear school.