A FOR APPLE

Some years ago,a child was born;
with an inborn habit of imagination;
he could build castles in air;
even while someone was grabbing him by his hair.
For him such punishments were frequent;
because he seemed among the disobedient.

It was an english class on proceed;
Mam ordered everyone to learn a,b,c,d;
Everyone and him had their books opened;
And maam was waving a wooden scale in her hand.

He read in his mind" 'a' for apple";
And the book showed a picture of a wonderful apple.
While mugging up 'a' for apple,
and looking at the picture of the apple;
There came a moment,just an instant did imagination took;
To take him away from the book.
He never knew when his head turned away from the book;
But he could see or rather feel the apple no matter where he had a look.

In the air the number of apples rising he saw;
Some were ripe while some were raw;
In his mind he thought "i want that big red one";
with this in mind that when in morning mom cut a bit green one;
He had a bite and thrown the rest,when looking on him was none.

From no where but from air;
a knife came for sure;
Which cut the best one into quarters four.
The apple really would have been the best one;
because out of pieces four,the seeds were in none.

They looked so good,so fresh,so sweet;
With watery mouth,he wanted them in order to eat;
But suddenly on his cheek and his ears,he felt a sound,pain and heat.
For his ears were being plucked and a slap just been hit.

His maam suddenly had come from the real world;
With an angry face and a question to be answered;
"Start telling me a,b,c,d;
Show me how much have you learned."
And obvious is what he answered;
or whether he answered.

For all other students he made laughing scenes;
with tears from his eyes,hands on his ears he stood at the door on his knees;
Inexpressible was his sadness as his sorrow was mixed;
It was for his maam's angry face,
for his ears having been pulled,
for his face been slapped,
for being laughingly disgraced,
and last but not the least,
for THE LOST APPLES.

MY IDEAL,FRIEND AND GOD::MY DAD

As a sibling,i was dull;
Among the books,always lull.
Those years were sad;
And i felt bad.

Teachers frequently called my parents for meeting;
I felt like they wanted me for eating.
Everywhere i had to face the music;
All seemed ugly,and the life was so tragic.

But something made it worth living;
There was pain,but something was soothing;
It was my Dad's hand on my shoulders,in the evening.

He said "you are my best son.
your brain is dull,but your fault is none.
A time would come,your brain would be bright as sun;
And proudly would i say,this is my son."

Slowly all my feelings died;
Except for my Dad which deep resides.

Every evening my Dad says,
"To practice focus lets play chess."
We played few matches,till Mom made it a mess.
I lost every game,and after each he said,
"How hard you tried! How good you played!
From my hands,the next game would certainly be swayed."

He said"I have some dreams for you;
I wont tell you ,but watch you make them true."
I never know,what is his dream;
But i feel like i live for them.

From class 7th my life changed;
I tried harder, and my results gained.
I am an atheist,but i have heard;
"Things impossible can be done only by god."
If this is so, my Dad is my god.

For its impossible for a dull boy who detained even in class two;
To reach a place so good and new;
Where reach only talented and still so few.

Over here for an exam,i tried for weeks and i tried hard;
Still yesterday my maths exam passed so bad;
My spirits were fallen,i felt so sad.
At that time i remembered none of my friends except my Dad;
I had no option but to call my Dad.
With my voice griefstruck with sorrow,i told him what occured had.
A bit upset yet soothingly he asked;
"what do you think?'failed' or 'passed'?"
I said truly " i am certainly 'passed';
But the grades can go as bad as D."

He said" you are my best son.
Your luck went tough,but your fault is none.
A time will come,your luck will be good.
And you would not have to depend on me or anyone else for clothes,shelter and food."

He further said "i still have some dreams for you.
I wont tell you,but watch you make them true."
I never would know ,what is his dream;
But i feel like,I live for them.