Sunny morning, cold and new,
I was already tired.
Teaching can do that to you,
especially in a 7th grade class, (why is growing up chaos?)
especially in a government school, (why does no one care?)
especially in a city called Bombay. (does this city run on loss?)
I couldn’t let it show though,
not to the kids.
Many of them up since four,
they’d already washed more, (little sister included)
cooked more, (breakfast and lunch)
fixed more, (school bag excluded)
fought more. (and here we are)