Surfer's poem: Kid
Being a kid is tough, because they can tell you what to do. Nothing is completely yours, writes Jasmeet Kaur, New Delhi.india Updated: Jan 16, 2006 11:00 IST
I still remember that night,
When maths left a terrible fright,
What would happen in the test?
Thinking that, I couldn't rest.
The next day came with the test,
And now I asked, what next?
When the test paper came in front of me,
Nothing clear, could I see?
In fright I gave a loud scream,
And then realised, it was just a dream,
The following day, I practiced till night,
And then I did each sum complete and right.
Mount Carmel School