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!