Education

Education grows into a market,
where parents invest with avarice.
They want a doctor or an engineer,
not a man,
in return.

Artistic sense and athletic spirit
are asphyxiated.
Teachers are accomplices.

Children smolder.
They can’t see
Robert Frost’s two roads.
They learn theories,
except that of living.
Ashes of freedom and
non-sprouting knowledge
remain.

Bachelors of Frustration
multiply
in the competitive world.

There’s a young soul too
among the bats
fluttering from a breadfruit tree.

Sadly,
we repeat,
‘It’s sad.’

First appeared in The Literary Hatchet


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