Side effects aside....a bipolar life

My child He isn’t retarded He isn’t dyslexic He isn’t a slow learner He has no ADHD No labels For him He is good at math When I teach him But in his exams  he makes mistakes He’s spelling are  Not bad When he spells them For me But when written Many of them Incorrect He does mix His B’s and D’s Shouldn’t happen  Beyond six But He is  Past eight His handwriting  Is really bad He writes  Too fast His grip is wrong  His paragraph writing And essays Humorous But way Off the mark In his paragraph On a birthday party He writes His mother is Sleeping and snoring Always trying To be funny I wonder How  He will manage When his marks  Are deducted  For misspelling Incomprehensible  Handwriting  Unfocused Paragraph writing Words missing  In answers What would he do He is assumed  To be normal He h...

The little child Her parents devout Daily mass  And rosary Daily prayer For vocations I’ll be a nun She decides I will be Be God’s servant Now a nun She seesthe poor Every day Passing by She cannot help  No money She has  Only prayer It’s raining The poor  On the footpath  She passes On the way  To church She has no money  She can’t  Do anything  Except pray  Some people From the temple They come With Tarpaulin sheds Bedding clothes Food  Money They give the women  Maid’s jobs The men  Work In their factories The children In government school They build their life She doesn’t  Do anything She doesn’t have  Anything    to give Except prayer That man suffering With an unknown ailment She can’t do Anything for him She has Nothing to give Except prayer  Two days later ...

The influencer She did  Her graduation And  Post graduation Her exams Campus interview She    bagged her job Research assistant  In a multinational  Pharma company Her heart Wasn’t in it She missed her dream To be a teacher To mould young minds Her parents aghast You’ll leave your job With a multinational To be a lowly teacher You won’t make money Or marry A rich  Husband What’s gotten Into you? Her friends They say the same Her colleagues  Her bosses too But in her heart She knows Where her happiness lies The colleges They wouldn’t take her No experience  She turned to schools Get a B.Ed. Degree So she did At last A job She cherished The headmistress Welcoming The teachers too The children Not The first day They sit  On their benches Chattering Throwing Erasers  At each other Flying paper planes The ...

Children told While brushing Don’t use the shower The bucket Environment friendly  What about The water  That flows Into the drains into  The sea A little is harvested The rest Wasted Then in the mountains  The source oh the water No tanks built To contain it So the water Flows Down the slopes Into the sea Leaving The mountain High and dry And the people  High and dry And the people  Parched What about The compounds Made of concrete Not letting The water deep How many buildings  Recharge The water How many Let it flow The drains  Overflowing A few They have Underground  Tanks To store the water That falls  On their terraces The pretty plants In the compound In the little Mud we have Not yielding fruit Or vegetable Couldn’t we Use that space For ourselves  Our kitchen Garden They will steal They will t...