Instead, see a group of tots,
Hands in pockets, heads hanging low.
Walking to school, in a pace that's slow.
What a pity! their faces devoid of glow.

Rain or winter, they fight the weather,
The heavy bags fagging their shoulder.
The growing pressures, the increasing competition;
Can't live upto parent's expectation.

After school, the swimming class,
Followed by the tuition and dance...
Will I get a bike, if I succeed?
Or face the wrath, if failure comes?

The parents promise a perfect life,
Will they ever actualise?
Won't they clarify their goals?
And loosen their tight held controls.