Maa, you now remain with my bloodied shoe..

I look at my ironed uniform and curse the coming day

Why do I have to go to school, when I can be in your warm embrace?

You convince me it is for my own good, and for a life so fast paced

I pretend to listen and ask you to tie, my stupid tidy shoe lace

School is the best place to be beta, you will get to see your friends

A rush of excitement then follows, as I see life through your lens

Happily and merrily I get on the bus, unaware of my chilling fate

Make paper planes in my classroom, whose walls are clean slate

Drawing and singing I suddenly, hear a noise

Shrieks and cries of my friends, may be the ones who borrowed my toys

I fear and fear more as the noise grows and grows

Everybody in my class starts running, but I get fixed on the floor

No it is not the noise, or the cries

But my shoe laces that I see untied

There is no one to tie them now and thus I fail to run

Then came those big men who had big beards and big guns

Suddenly everybody starts falling on the ground

I too fall, but falling I see them growl

I also see angels now, just like you described in stories

They are waiting for me to close my eyes and take me to the land of fairies

I don’t want to go maa, cuz I know you are waiting

I want to have those hot fluffed puris but my heart is now racing

I see my crayons on the floor, my books are all strewn

The red walls of my classroom scream, the bullet holes have made them roughly hewn

I now think about my parting gift for you

I could have prepared, I wish I knew

I now remember the times with you, o maa they are so few

I wish I could give you more,

But you now remain with my bloodied shoe…