Kota diaries

Those cozy lines
Slogging rhynes
Walking like zombies
Toddling little bit little bit
Children are treated like none
They don't exist for some
Just marks scoring caracasses
Bringing the top ranks
The institute joys
While the student cries
Haunted stories
Angry rants
All of them false
I will tell u a story where fear growls
U have nothing to see except 4 walls
Books only
No play
Those tearsome nights will haunt u aday
No friends no life no errands to play
U have a life, goal it today

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