Good boys sit on the first row
They do ma said as a rule
So with the call of the first crow
I was ready to leave for the school.
Just as I reached the clock struck six
From home it was quite some ride
What I found there threw me in a fix
The first bench was fully occupied!
Four sat already on the front row
With no more a space for the fifth
My jostles raised the others' eyebrows
They won't let me have it as a gift!
I pushed with all might the boy on the side
But he wasn't the one to let go
I feel a little shame when to you I confide
He gave me a hard fisted blow!
But a good boy as me must have rightful place
One on the first bench as a right
I wasn't going to settle for anything less
Even if that meant a bloody fight!
The second jab fell right on my nose
Blood spurted warm red on my shirt
That settled it brought the war to a close
The loss made a dent in my heart!
The last bench was empty with only one guy
He sat happily looking peaceful
I knew being good wasn't worth enough to die
And that was my first lesson at school!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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