muniya re muniya

Class XII. CBSE Board Exams.  First Exam - English. March 2013. English was one such subject that always saved my percentage. And it was one such subject I never worried about. I studied it in a quick. Not because I was extremely over confident of my command over the subject but because English just happened to me. Perhaps the credit went to my immense reading habits since Class V. Its just the reading and those stories that somehow fortunately landed me right grammatically. But I had nothing to boast about because I did not know the tenses and how to convert sentences from one tense to the other. Honestly, I still do not know. I continue to try. So the only thing I always did in the 'Section-B : Writing' of that question paper was - follow the instinct, play with words for they fantasized me and pour some good cursive handwriting. And it worked. So once again I was writing and writing and time was running. For the first time in my life and sadly in the last English exam of m

I am perfectly kept in one corner Of that grand wooden almirah. Pressed. With my mates. I am the last thing  Being hurriedly picked up. And pinned. I am not a tweet. I have a deeper history. I catch the cold In the winter's race I cling to the dust Of the playground maze. Crumpled during the recess I provide a niche To the loudy sneeze. I remain pinned. But I am not a tweet. I have a deeper history. Caretaker of tears That run after a wound I bring back the smile I fly and dance along For a kilometer, a meter or a mile. No matter the rains, cold or summers My function, but position, Doesn't regard weather. An eavesdropper to the story after story I remain pinned to the little's shirt. I am not a tweet. I have a deeper history, A Plain White Handkerchief I am.  Safely Safety-pinned  To the little's grey sweater.