So much for a little boy

Teacher: Why are you late?
Boy: My travel time was stretched because of the rain.
Teacher: You should have started a little earlier since you know it has been raining.
Boy: I did indeed start much earlier mam.
Teacher: You are still late! so tell me, how do you commute to school?
Boy: Usually by car but today since it's raining, I took a bus.
Teacher: How stupid? you could have well came in your car.
Boy: Mam, but that would further congest traffic and cause further delay to so many others like me.
Teacher: In that case, you still weren't on time?
Boy: Mam, I'm afraid that others didn't think it the way I did.

Ordinary man

Born crying like many others
I, must have also been confused
What should a poor child expect of life
That saw masked men surround, all around
There was but no way back ,and I like all was born
To live, however, there were things to choose between
Like to eat or to play or to sleep
All I know is, it all I did
Living with time also meant
To choose to listen or to read or to fight and play
To try or to skip or to cheat
Next came in lovehood, and the big doubts
To tell or to wait or to wait
But how long to wait?
Long tussle with the not so holy
Glad if I were now made holy
Many many folly, adjoining wisdom
I'm hopeful would yield many more questions
Life, but, as I now see
A consequence of decision not distortion
Life is endowing, disorienting and so encouraging
My remaining time I know
Is between to eat or to sleep or to play

To angry little flower

Time evades in your thought
May my flower break her pot
For sanguine life is here
Oh breeze! tell it to her

Pleading pardon? dear friend
From thee heart, thy send
My ego shattered I stand
To take your supple hand

She isn't a cruel sword
Would get my gentle word
Oh leaves! she's there!
But breeze don't hurt her

A Beautiful fate

Man could grow in prejudice
To skip traps that lies
Happy! is life? when dry
Need man not love to fall and cry

Women from heaven be sent
To man's life adds a scent
In what is not as glory
She can change the whole story

While an inexplicable fee tickles
Why to have any scruples
What is more to be thinked
When a beautiful fate be linked