Shining on the school podium
Basking in the standing ovation
Of lush green blades of grass
Thundering my name and grade
Amidst the empty ground
A few minutes after the assembly
Is chanelled to the higher learning
I loiter into nothingness
While they draw the butterflies
I find them in the meadow
My hands are soiled in flavour
Dipped in the puerile lessons of life
The breeze flips the pages of my book
I repeat the lessons amidst echo of class
Unmindful whether these belong to me
For learning has no compartments.
I unentangle a spider in her web
And release bees from their hive
My aim on the orchard is now perfect
For my pockets are full of brilliant pebbles
My reports are full of myriad colors
I learn life in my eccentric methods
While I flap my wings in unending skies
The caged chirps play the truant.
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