My tribute to my wonderful school..JVM shyamli..

Have you heard of hell's black gates?
I've seen them they are blue.
if you have as well, you might study..
In JVM Shyamali too.

A place where you come in all brilliant
And then lose everything you've got
A horrid land where imbeciles rule
And the ones with intellect rot

A place where bloody sinners preach
And the saints they love to swear
And a bulldog called Thakur doesn't bark..he shouts
At everyone who's got long hair.

And your class teacher- a loser who
Has failed the same exam eight-fold,
Tells you smugly to improve your grades
Man!! talk about being bold

And the counselor being the freak she is
Needs counseling herself.
Man, i wish someone would chop off her head
And put it on some shelf.

And you can barely recognize the statistics sir
He has taught you much too less.
Not enough to answer a single question
Let alone to pass the test.

When one English teacher is death personified
And the other seems dead herself
While one's an abomination the British left behind,
The other bores you like hell

And the economics ma'am believes in dictating
Notes no one can comprehend,
I blame you not if you curse your luck friend,
For to Jawahar Vidya Mandir you have been sent.

So if you are a pessimist like me,
Go on..write a silly verse.
And optimistic if you happen to be..
Pray that into infinitesimal pieces this abattoir does burst.