Early in morning a squirrel peeps,
Into a classroom through the pane
Lit with sunshine although deep
She looks at the teacher wise and sane,
And with astonishment to multitude
Of faces with diverse attitudes
Some active like hers and shining
Lit with a streak of under standing
Others gloomy glum and ignorant
To them this class of chemistry
Still remains a mystery
To them the teaacher intolerant
On this he, with no regret
And rather a professional air do speak:
"Because Knowledge not they seek"
Or rather seeking but donot get!
But with least concern the squirrel
Takes away the glance to settle
The whole days work not done yet
And her daily food to get
With a sudden squeak she actively
Jumps from the window to a tree
Flys within the branches and shoots
To find some tasty nourishinhg fruits
She does her work just plainly
Without the need of knowing
All the applied chemistry
In the fruits she is eating
Or the physics involving
In all sorts of locomotion
That she makes or the motion
Of the branches that she swings
With gratitude she simply sings
Praises to the Lord who made
Her able to get her bread:
"Most Gracious, the King of kings"
And think how lucky is she
To live a life with simplicity
Not like ours with intricacies
Filled with Hatred and hypocricies.
