The Golden Seat.

The golden chair was of our sir.

The silver benches belonged to,

My fellow offenders.

Only I had been caught naughty and not truthful.

He called my parents,

And asked them to care about.

Only I did not throw the paper balls.

When he was back at us and wrote on the blackboard,

Tough and very tough sums without giving a stop,

From there only he would ask “Do you follow my kids?”

By that time my friends had already made

The teaching gap with nice paper mesh.

He would turn back and say “You will never change.”

“Yes sir, we will definitely do when we will be of your age.”


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