POEM - THE STUDENTS GOING TO SCHOOL, POET - Ridendick Mitro ( India )

THE STUDENTS GOING TO SCHOOL 

  By Ridendick Mitro ( India )

The students are going to school, 

As usual they go there each week, 

In the uniforms they're beautiful, 

It glorifies the lanes and streets. 

Automatically the people see them

As every day just in the time, 

A certain feeling grows in brains

In the public's heads, how fine. 

The vehicles, bikes, and the cycles,

From there the drivers and riders look at, 

Yeah, What lovable the school students!

Every one is going with a backpack. 

A student boy helps an old begger,

As crossing the road in risky time,

A student girl rescues a cattle there,

If heart is bold, life looks like sunshine.

Some students walk or slightly faster, 

Some bodies ride the cycles inflame,

Some bodies journey with a care 

In the vehicles or by tram or train. 

Some bodies cross the river by boat, 

Some bodies go with their guardians, 

The attitudes of the guardians' throats

Especially move busily by turns. 

In secret the guardians just in deep

Fly with fancy about their kids, 

Their kids attentively must read 

To fullfill the families' wish and needs. 

Their kids would fullfill the nations

As well as the world's wishes, 

Students are true if their conditions 

March with the bigger dreams, afresh. 

Such a kind of unbeatable feeling

Plays with the royal attitude unseen, 

Every kid thinks as hero or heroine, 

And screamed in silence, "we're evergreen!"

Though, poor students' clothes are sad, 

But their student shapes are the richest, 

People pay respect to them have had, 

This makes me cry with joy the best. 

If knowledge is great in order to all, 

It's our religion as there is no end,

Human in mind the free thought soul, 

None but students follow this trend. 

If people think they're students always, 

All kinds of differences would be lost, 

I know that time in us secretly plays, 

Our minds would be then sunshine frost.

That students mingled with the pedestrians, 

But, it shows their seperate shapes, 

In that uniforms they full of charms

Are advents to brushing the time's faiths. 

The shopkeepers are looking also

The glossy students, from their shops, 

And general people just on the go 

Memorize student life at the remotes. 

Feelings are always like the starry sky, 

An honest dream is a sourse of storm, 

But, always death is not a good bye 

That human's the founder of Education.

The Earth is going on with the students, 

They are the lives in infinite stream,

Breathings of the Universe are confident

With the students in the learning win.

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About the poet :  

Ridendick Mitro ( ঋদেনদিক মিত্রো ) is professionally a poet-novelist-lyricist-columnist in English and Bengali langages including gets started writing in Spanish as learning it especially. Received awards and honors. Upto 2024, 22-23 books got published. Yet to be published huge numbers of books. A bold and logical orator, social activist in updated process. Automatically known in the countries. Some outstanding organizations use his lyrics in brand songs.  

As the poet says a story about this poem:-- 

"Poem, The Students Going To School" was written by the poet in the computer 17-18 year ago in a cyber cafe. But, that were another lines in that poem, cause that this today's writing is anew.

Whatsoever, he used to practice writing in the computer hugely about eight to ten hours everyday regarding to grow expertness in computer use. Though writing by pen he always did it round the clock. But, while he found Cyber cafe since 2004, he joined, entered here and there and practiced it as lessons. And coming back in residence he no rest started writing by pen. 

Whatsoever, a certain day which moments he wrote a poem with this theme, a young man followed that it stealthily with attention behind the poet's chair, and a certain time someone called that man with light voice, then he said to him, "oh, wait please, I am watching an unique thought in a poem."  Suddenly the poet moved back his head and viewed someone's existence. But, as a practice game it became mute case in order to time. Suddenly on 11 November, 2024 the poet discovered this theme in his memory occasionally, and then he survived this style and recovered more adding in the theme and completed it with perfect combination. And this is it. He completed it on 12 November.

If that unknown reader had discovered this present poem today, what would it be like? May think of it the readers, the poet asks it.   

  

  ---- Editor. 

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