The truant

 

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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