When it began nothing was pleasant, dear,
Letter, word, phrase, line, and teacher's harsh voice,
Three score years now, that treasure I find here.


Listen, read, write, and speak with joyless face,
Passed, jumped, like neverending load it grew,
Now the premise knows the strength of the base.


Speed, think fast, tell, glory of passing days,
Never did I realize how it happened!
All that counted: 'One' means go many ways.


Compulsion, uselessness means lot to me,
I will pass away like a scholar high,
Ere long new class will spell 'I', 'We', and 'He'.


Truth never taught, nor teacher brave to tell,
SHOW with or without wisdom is to end,
Some more life Alexander did yell!


Rajasir 30th December 2008