School Diaries

White, Black, Brown fingers, 
Stained with the same blue ink; 
Light, Dark, Green, Grey eyes, 
Filled with the same curiosity blink. 

Singing morning prayers in one voice, 
Accents give away their nativeness; 
Mother tongue might be different, 
But what about Mom’s caress? 

First benchers, back benchers and those in between, 
Divided by grades or height they sit; 
But the peals of bells declaring the day, 
Generate the same bag-packing fit. 

Sakeena or Rahul, Jaspreet or David, 
Call out to different deities to bless; 
But the jump of joy is equal, 
When jalebi is served in the mess. 

Like colors of the rainbow, 
They shine in their unique ways; 
But with the moral fiber school inculcates, 
We hope the unifying radiance stays.