In the morning cold,
I wake up for school in despair,
Shivering in the room and combing my hair.
I look out the window,
nothing I see,
nothing but the faint shadow of the banyan tree.
everything is engulfed in the morning mist,
I pull my sweater upto my fist.
The only warmth I get is from my heart that beats,
constantly, in a rhythm and keeps me adrift.
I walk down the stairs in utter pain,
wondering if the school had gone insane.
Troubling young kids on winter days,
"It's all for own benefit", my mother says.
I keep my head down,
I go to school,
Wondering If I just had been made a fool.
My friends and I, sit in the horrible state.
In pain, sorrow and despair.
Coming to school on winter mornings.
We all completely hate.
