a poem a day by A.J.Rao


School had no brick-mortar walls
And gave us a holiday during rain.
All about us was a foot high plinth
Delightfully opening to a blue sky.

The sky was some times pale white
Floating with amoebas of clouds.
We had just learnt in first zoology
About the flexibility of false feet.

School had no walls ,only borders
Marked out by beginnings of walls.
Between the plinth and a tin roof
Was the nagging infinity of a sky.


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