Loser

Way, way far behind the skies…

I dream to go beyond…

From my school window,

Breeze reliving my mind…

A flying duster on my mouth,

Not for to dare my dream;

But I will forever hate math class,

Or so they observed to foresee.

I love my company with my tiffin itself,

And with my great natural buddies;

Rather I feel good to giggle!,

To see alienated stares of emojis.

Teacher gives me nil in Science,

To be proud and honest,

I’m a winner!; Why they cry?

Even they try?,

They earned more than being a LOSER!

I never do that but for them it’s done,

And I receive revolutionary lectures;

But I’m made of unbroken, yet those poke me,

And when I look around, world is a stage I see.

When I make a list of all…

I get differentiated from all…

Though, I’m proud to be a loser;

’cause I’m the odd one out!

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12 thoughts on “Loser

  1. Hello Traveller,
    Neha here,I couldn’t help but delve into the abyss of those foregone days of my school,as someone who is on the brink of completing her final year of graduation,this poem drew me back into the faraway past and beyond the sunlight.
    Beautiful piece
    Love,
    Neha.

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    1. Thank you so much for such a review, I never thought this could be an influence like this. Totally unexpected for me, really. I heartily appreciate your strong confession. ❀❀❀❀❀

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      1. Will always be looking forward to read your poetry,I would love(scarcely hoping) that this wonderful writer would pay a visit to the home of mine(aka my blog),Cause I would be glad to hear from a such an amazing writer.

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