BETWEEN WORDS AND PLAY

 Disclaimer:  This poem is purely fictional and it does not , in any way, reflect our parenting style.๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚


Itโ€™s hard to put thoughts on paper.

Nobody understands that.

But then

They get a good ragging from their teacher

About a bad piece of writing.

Or a horribly written passage on โ€˜Punctualityโ€™.

Which is so boring, by the way.

My parents always say โ€˜Do your homework and then go out to playโ€™.

They are the worst.

โ€˜All work and no play makes Jack a dull boyโ€™

Some wise scholar said.

What if he wasnโ€™t actually a wise scholar?

But

A boy suffering.

A boy named Jack.

Whose parents were just like mine.

Why canโ€™t they just understand?

That writing, for me, is a snooze fest.

Just imagine Roald Dahl.

One of the most decorated authors.

Yet

He struggled in school.

 His teachers.

They called him a โ€˜Camel in his Englishโ€™.

Donโ€™t teachers and parents get it?

Football is just as important as Maths.

Cricket as English.

And

Tennis as Science.

Yeah, they donโ€™t believe so.

Pity!

-         ANAYA SHETH

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