She was a young girl, <br />As good as a pearl, <br />But at her school desk, <br />She was a bit slack. <br /> <br />She was poor in her study, <br />But for games always ready. <br />To pull her up, her teacher tried. <br />O’er that, she only cried. <br /> <br />The teacher found no way <br />And told her one day, <br />“Bring your father, better, <br />Let him know the matter.” <br /> <br />It was another torture, <br />For this little creature, <br />How to face her mother <br />Or her strict father? <br /> <br />She told her parents, <br />And heard their grunts. <br />It disturbed her a lot <br />That touched her heart. <br /> <br />The next day morning, <br />With no prior warning, <br />Her father’s gun she stole, <br />And shot at her temple. <br /> <br />Her life, one bullet sucked. <br />Her parents were shocked. <br />In Times of India this came. <br />Hot wild news it became. <br /> <br />Who’s at fault for this? <br />The teacher or the books? <br />The parents or the children? <br />Or the school, as a burden? <br /> <br />(Based on the news in the <br />Times of India dated 5-3-2008)<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-at-the-trigger-s-end/
