Where's my Cookie??

Monday, January 31, 2005

i donno why but this poem struck me. its by GH, my schoolmate

The Boy sits in his room on the 9th floor, alone.
A room with one window and a door, both locked from the outside.
One table, one chair.
A stack of papers on the table.
More appearing everyday.
No matter how much he tries to finish it.
More always comes.

Sometimes a special paper comes,
The worst of its kind,
He has to finish it within an hour or two,
For fear of failing it completely.

Every year, if he passes,
He moves up to the next level,
Yet the work becomes harder and harder,
The time limits shorter and shorter.

Sweat drenches his face,
His breathing comes in short gasps,
For the first few years all had been well,
He was able to bear the burden with a smile,
Then the papers started increasing and increasing,
More papers, shorter deadlines, no time to rest.
His friends shout his name outside the window,
But he ignores them, forcing himself to concentrate,
They shout louder and louder,
But he ignores them still,
And waits for them to go away.

His parents open the door sometimes,
They come in and encourage him, to help him,
But then they have to leave, and lock the door behind them.
“Why?” The Boy asks.
“For your own good” His parents reply sadly,
And they leave him in the darkness and the silence.

He studies for his Future,
So he can get a good job,
So he can get a good family,
So he can get a good car,
A lawn-mower.

He grows up and gets all that,
“I studied for my Future,” He says proudly.
“My parents encouraged me” He says.
But when people ask him about his Childhood,
He can only shake his head in confusion,
Look down and stare at his feet,
And he cannot answer.

|sam| 9:12 PM|

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