How I Reached the Last Bench..

My name is Bhagya, I'm a UKG student

Or in other words, I'm in senior KG

I know A to Z, also 1 to 100

I mean, I already learnt them last year 

This year I'm learning words and sentences

And writing them so many times

I wake up at six to revise my lessons

And go to bed late after doing my homework

Report card said 'good' but my friend got 'excellent'

And she bullied me and said she won't ever talk to me

What did I do wrong? My mother was so angry

My father didn't talk to me last evening

I have my woes, my pain, my issues

My heart aches and I need some rest

Does anyone know how tough it is to be

A little child of four and make the world bright?

My bag weighs heavy, I know not how much

But even my mom finds it hard to lift it and walk

My back hunches and my shoulders crack

My little fingers break as I finish my notes

I'm so bored to sit through the day

On the wooden bench so narrow, crowded and crushed

I left the class to go to the washroom

And spent a few minutes to watch the little birds

I saw a squirrel playing with its mother

And I missed my mom so bad, so sad I felt

Slowly I walked towards the class so loud

They had started the new lesson of Social Studies

Am I Bhagya or Nirbhagya? No one noticed me

I crawled to the back bench where a few dreamers slept!