Sitting on the first bench stretched with keen attention,
Writing down the points went on and in,
As the church Bell struck two
I was made to stand and answer,
Lost in the depth of question
Blinking I stood wondering how I could solve
One or two started laughing loudly
And gigling in-between
Be littled I stood there staring at the question.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Sitting on the first bench stretched with keen attention,
Writing down the points went on and in,
As the church Bell struck two
I was made to stand and answer,
Lost in the depth of question
Blinking I stood wondering how I could solve
One or two started laughing loudly
And gigling in-between
Be littled I stood there staring at the question.
Sometimes being a little and getting belittled coincides.This is how it merged for this little girl.
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