A poem written by my son Gurpahul singh on PISHAWER MAASSCARE
Come Home Again
Mom! I want to come home again.
Hope you don’t scream and scold,
Your lovely lunch has gone cold.
No, it’s not me to blame,
Had come someone else to claim.
Mom! I want to come home again.
The crackers smoked our Social Science,
The teacher told to read the lines.
We forgot! Listening through the pane,
The school urging, “Hide in the lane.”
Mom! I want to come home again.
The shouts shook our school’s core,
The heartless knockings cracked the door;
Called I to you- you never came,
To stop me crying- your name.
Mom! I want to come home again.
And oh! The black board became red,
Tears wept the teacher’s drilled head.
Called they, “Come out all whose fathers train”
& we beheaded to touch the lion’s mane.
Mom! I want to come home again.
And do ask Dad- “Was it my fault
To share his blood and his salt?”
For something holed my clothes to stain,
That ‘blood’ just trickled down the drain.
Mom! I want to come home again.
Don’t worry! The pain didn’t last for long,
Soon was heard your sleep-time song;
But your future IAS just got slain,
“God, why to give us this strain?”
Mom! I want to come home again.
Just take me once to your breast,
There’s nowhere any peace to rest.
Do ask them- What did they gain?
My life- was it such bargain?
Mom! I want to come home again.
“And really Mom! I want to come home once again.”