Flowers grow best,
In the flower garden,
Under skilled gardeners,
With a vast wealth,
Of experience, gained
By cultivating flowers,
Dressing them up,
For the spring,
The best season,
For sweet memories,
That help them,
Cross the stream,
At the time of storm,
With confidence,
And invincible spirit.
Let them,
Tell stories,
Funny and frivolous,
Let them,
Burst into laughter,
Reverberating the air,
Let them,
Chirrup like birds,
In hustle and bustle,
Let them not,
Lose their joys,
What a loss it would be!
A terrible terrible loss!
That impaires them,
That stifles them,
That kills them slowly.
If the flights can,
Why can’t school buses?
If the airports can,
Why can’t the campuses?
If the markets can,
Why can’t schools?
Schools are better,
In discipline,
Law and order.
Unless the authorities,
Open their eyes,
These children voiceless,
Will regret heavy loss,
Without an iota,
Of doubt,
For depriving them
Of their joys of spring.
Johnson Devassy
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