My daily ordeal!

I hop a cab, a metro and an auto,

On my lucky days, I take the non-AC bus.

With music piercing through my player’s soul,

I manage to fight the daily Delhi-Gurgaon rush.

I somehow reach the deaf school,

Hoping I’m late, skipping the dull assembly.

I peep into classes, there is an endless yawn,

And the mannequins on the chair are rather unfriendly.

Teach us, teach us, every single face screams,

But, you see! Nobody gives a damn!

I quickly find a class with no teacher, and hungry brains,

And pour it all out, all that I possibly can.

But it’s not enough, and it’s not fair,

I can’t watch this horror in silence.

Why is incompetence paid so well?

Why has there been no defiance?

And then they explain - We can’t even write a sentence,

How would we ever complain?

Plus we need to cheat and pass in exams,

Without these mannequins, we can’t really sustain!

The damage is massive,

I am insane to think, I can heal,

These curious minds lying dormant for years,

Tormented by copying without comprehending - their daily ordeal.