STUDYFOBIA
Today the mere scene of my room scares me
Jotted down in my list of nightmares
The figure 8 on the books
Haunts me,
Equipped with weapons of Mathematics and Science
They try to shoot me down
The pile of books irritates me
Signals go down to my leg not to move forward
As if my brain warns ‘high
alert’ to every part of my body
I long for my matches in big fields
The doctor says a crazy disease
Teacher yells as an undisciplined boy
Mom scolds for a boy with excuses
All have mistaken my identity
“I am still a child.”
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