Priya's Poems-9: "The Deserted School"

In the midst of fields,
cusp of the village;
Deep in the bush,
On the highways,
Is the deserted school,
Busy at nights.

Learners are varied
Affluent and the impoverished
Young and old
Primitive and polished
Both
canny ,clever
And
Dope ,dunce
Are
Daily visitors.

Periodical screams,
Recurrent laughs,
intermittent cries,
with screeching of owls,
all the night.

Many tiny pieces of cigarettes,
broken pieces of liquor bottles,
stained cloth,
shattered condoms.

In a corner
Of the wall,
Portrait of
Our father
With his OLD stick,
In search of truth(path)….
Hangs upside down!!!!