My Weird World

The Learner

I have never been to school;

And people call me a fool,

I didn't know how to read and write;

So people call me the dumbest mite. 

They said I'm good in asking food; 

But I never done anything good,

So I asked, how will I know what is good?

If u never teach me how to do good?

They laugh at me and call me crazy;

Then they shout at me to go away,

They don't let me stay even just for a minute;

They push me away, until in the ground I hit. 

Then, one day somewhere, I met someone;

She's so kind and a lighthearted one,

She never call me fool, dumb or crazy;

But she call me sweetie, dear or honey. 

She taught me how to read and write;

She taught me what is wrong and right,

The good and bad, the mistakes and correct;

Lie from truth, now I can differentiate. 

Now I can spell my name correctly;

I can count my fingers so clearly,

I can spell the FOOL, DUMB and CRAZY;

And know one person who's good to me. 

Do you know what's the best lesson I learned?

Is that knowledge is the best weapon and shield,

It can be the most cruel and proud armory;

But can be the most gentle and priceless property.