Education System

Not enough pencils
in the class;
but
far too many,
erasers I find.

Not enough colors
in the class;
yet
far too many,
canvases I see.

A lot of paint
in many cans;
but
a single color,
to paint with.

Printed letters running miles;
on white pages,
with
facts and figures,
hard to memorize.

My mind longs escape,
from the mundane,
but
chains on desks
hold me tight.

My wings too were
clipped long ago
and
I too know
nothing, about flight.

I wish; I could
share some failures
but
I have none,
never having tried.

© Jay Kaushal