The school truant boys.

The school truant boys.

I like to see the faces
of school truant boys.
When others are infront of the grave teacher.
Then nature is their very near.

The trees,the ponds,the fields
are their mates.
and they are playing
with their uncertain fates.

They don't pay heed
to the calls of teachers.
Ignore the school bell
as it seems to them death knell.

They are not caged birds
who only know how to imitate.
The open sky,the free air,the green patch,
they only meditate.