The day was
near when I want to go there,
Not aware of
the place,
Only a name
school in the mind,
Everyone
wanted to send me as I had done some crime.
The night
had passed and the sun arise,
A uniform
was waiting for me in my shelve,
To start my
day with the shoes and a tie,
A cup
of milk was getting excited by the time.
As the time
was near to the line,
My foot
walked with an excited bye,
With a bye
to my house,
I started my
journey to my random site.
Taking long steps to my
very best,
Trying to reach the
place very first,
Reached the gate not
being aware,
That my pop will not be
there.
As I entered inside the
gate,
Leaving the finger in
which I have my faith,
It started becoming a
horrible place,
I backed to my pop want
to caught his hand,
But I was far alone in
the dark.
Excitement decrease with
the increase in the fear,
Reached my
class with all the pupil,
Frightened
and crying sat on my bench,
Teacher
started taking name of the infant.
I don’t want to be there any more,
Want to go
back to my pop or my bro,
I requested
the teacher to send me so,
But she
denied by only saying a no.
The anger in
me multiplied by the time
I caught my
bag and an exit in my mind,
I ran a
success exit from the door,
But a long
way was there to the gate,
Beside which
I saw my pop last time.

A staff from
the forward,
And the
teachers from the behind,
All wanted
to stop me,
As I was
moving with my speed,
At last the
watchman caught me at the line,
But my pop
was standing there for me,
Taking me I
his arms,
Wanted to
make me silent and calm.
I insist him
not to go away from me
But he asked
me to be happy and slower
Explained
nobody want to hurt me
But I don’t
wanted to leave me
He comes
with me to my class
And told me
that I am one of his part
He told me
that he is standing aside
Will not
leave my hand till he die.
Leaving all
his jobs at one side
Standing for
me along the gate side
From morning
to afternoon
His job was
just to handle me
From the
evils and the bad
He was
always their for me my dad…….
True story of my brother (AVINASH)....



