Twisha's Poems

As a young child I was too passionate to go to school, As it seemed to be cool. As I stepped in I was happy yet shy, Looking at others I began to cry. I was nervous, As everything was new... My classmates and teachers, And my surroundings too. I went to the classes, With my glasses, Trying to hide myself from the masses.

LABOUR DAY They work the whole day Let's give a test, Let's give them some rest. They clean the class, and clean the glass. They drive the buss, without any fuss. We spread the glitter, they clean the litter. They may look happy or lean, But their grass is not always green. Let's give a test, It's time we give them some rest