By Divyanshi Gupta
Went for a walk, absorbed some morning breeze,
Saw a child with a schoolbag, carrying it with ease.
But what will he actually learn? my mind exclaimed.
The whats, and hows of whys, is life already framed?
Who will tell him the truth about friendship?
Are Panchtantra tales enough as life’s tip?
They never taught how to read the ache in a smile,
That to make ends meet, you'll walk every extra mile.
Is silence counted in the speaking sheet?
Is no in itself truly complete?
They skipped the chapters on debts and dues,
And how to uncover your inner hues.
Yes, we memorised dates, but not how to cope,
Learnt of world wars, but not personal hope.
They never taught how heartbreak feels,
Or how quietly, slowly the pain steals.
We solved for x, yet no blackboard held script of doubt,
Filled in blanks, but never wrote what we truly cared about.
And somewhere in the silence, beyond every scope,
Lies a truth they missed, like a lone isotope.