“Education turns a man around.”they said.
Dinners reduced to a bag of crisps and tears,
Sketches turned into random doodles,
Only times he sings now is while reciting and revising a chemical equation,
Only photos he clicks now are of the
Pressure of bagging good grades did
turn him around.
The one who never plucked flowers
as a kid gets picked on everyday.
Written by Prashasti Shreshtha
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