Writing is Heredity in Our Family. So, I have started trying from my
childhood. My Mom’s Inspiration &
Father’s Tutorial combined help me a lot. Apart from paintings & guitar
writing Poems is my hobby. I am a student writer. Usually I write Protest
Poems, from feelings, Human Emotions & self-experiences.
I had been a part of the family Moner Kone Nijer Kalam, just five months
back. After joining, I found it to be an
intellectual hub granting inner happiness. Here, I can express my thoughts
without any hesitation. Every day, I am becoming enriched slowly &
gradually. Whenever I make a post they pat on my back....& inspire a lot,
wherever I do a mistake, the elders rectify me in cherished way.... ....I love
this Family!!
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My
Mother’s
tormenting shrieks serve as my wakeup call
With
a jerk from the bed I had a grand fall
Fifteen
minutes to get freshened up for school
Fifteen
minutes of gulping down the food like a fool
Millions
of reflections and plans in mind
Badge,
wallet, watch; “Am I leaving something behind?”
A
public bus packed with stink, noise and crowd
The
thought of carrying completed tasks made me so proud
Gathering
for the Morning’s Assembly in utter haste
A
sweat drop on my lips had that familiar taste
A
hot chat and debate of last night’s scores
Impressed
my buddies by announcing Virat’s hit of fours
Reported
to the Supervisor for a list of upcoming events
I
had my song versed for tomorrow’s show of talent
Attended
Physics period with complete concentration
Bunked
Chemistry for ‘Farewell skit’ preparation
Got
updated by friends with news and popular talks
Got
furious by filthy rumors, all in stocks
The
bell rang and my Tiffin-box half-empty
Solved
problems on Calculus, at-the-most twenty
Was
reckoned in between the Mathematics class
Making
the duty-list with Prefects was a great fuss
Finally
went for my Straw-Art rehearsal
A
shout from the Principal – ran “emotions universal”
Let
out my frustration in the football field
A
3-1 victory was due to our team’s strong guild
End
of the day, I submitted my project
Was
instructed to write up a story on any subject
Ceased
a fight amongst two rival gangs
Returned
home, exhausted, and sat down with a bang
“How
was the day?” mother asked in a way very casual
I
just murmured, “Huh! Just as usual…”

brilliant combo of mother and son in this grp....with his own excellence he owned every heart by the colour of ink
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Parna Aunty......indeed it is a fabulous combo :D
Deletejusssss a wowww creation...remembered my school days..keep it up son..
ReplyDeleteThank you Ritu aunty.....I'm glad that I have successfully brought back those nostalgic memories through my words!
Deletereally great..remembered my school days
ReplyDeleteThank You! I'm happy to remind you of your school days! :D
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