The Pre-kg Prison
the pre-kg prison
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i am the strongest critic of the pre-kg prison;
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posted tirelessly on social websites the sufferings of tiny tots
kept screwed on to the backless wooden benches,
in half or full sleep, hiding their fears of 'miss ' teachers
for over three hours like frozen figures,
afraid of even to voice their nature's calls-
o pity the child that actually opens its lids at the school only-
all other processes in its house done in deep slumber!
the parents initially suffer on their legs at the portals of these schools
silently suffering all ignominies to face some heartless queries of managements
which have anchored their merchandise vessels for huge whales-
but the children really suffer for a year in mortal fear for their foolish acts;
the word 'school ' becomes bitter and cruel in tender minds
that slip slowly into the intricate coils of ' depression '
you run, o parents, in confusion to 'psychiatrists '
the child losing all the wonders of this world before it blossoms!
where has all my resolve gone, all my lectures and aversion?
yes, today i hold my grand-son in my arms in an a/c car
and try all my wits to keep him awake en route
prior to my dumping of this three-year old in his pre-kg[' a' to] 'r ' section;
the poor kid throws a vacant glance at me
and i could feel the pinch of all his curses in my heart!
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poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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