Burnt Flower

Siblings playing see-saw Tiny-tots hiding and seeking themselves Boys fielding cricket balls Hitting fours and sixes Girls throwing throw balls Parents leaving their toddlers Just in time as the bell rang nine counts Striking the hanging iron rail Children hurrying all over Running to their classes As in one such class A boy in standard nine Slipped into his class room Stabbing his teacher brutally Collapsing her completely All and sundry arrived And took hold of the boy Why he made such a heinous crime Everyone stunned At what he uttered Enraged by the comments Of what his teacher said the previous day Mildly asking him to do well in his studies Warning him of his complacency Though whatever she said is in the best of spirits Nothing can stop her from becoming an innocent victim Sending shock waves all over Let us all pray for the noble soul To rest in peace And no more such ghastly incidents…