One more school punishment, <br />One more oblivious death. <br />From the meads of pleasant life <br />A blooming bud was forever blown. <br /> <br />Under the blazing sun <br />On the open grounds <br />In torture was a ten year old girl <br />Her heart was profusely bleeding. <br /> <br />With bricks upon the shoulders <br />She was to hold the cross. <br />For more than two hours <br />The ordeal was to follow. <br /> <br />The passing world silently wept, <br />It had no answer. <br />Before an authorized world <br />Truth is often silent. <br /> <br />And under the unbearable cross, <br />The bud was finally crushed. <br />The punishment of the world was victor, <br />The ruthless hearts had at last a peaceful night! <br /> <br />Are we not hearing the singular cry? <br />Are we not listening to a whispering heart? <br />The dales are meant for all, <br />Let our axe barren not the land. <br /> <br />Teachers ought to be role models, <br />They are the sculptors of future generations. <br />If they are far behind in love and affection, <br />Where is the future nation under construction? <br />************************************************************************** <br />The poem is based on a recent paper report.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-deepest-of-my-heart/
