Day-3
Napowrimo-2026
Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it is typically considered to be. Perhaps your poem will feature a very relaxed brain surgeon or a farmer who hates vegetables. Or maybe you have a poetical alter-ego of your own, who flies a non-wan, treasure-hunting flag with pride.
Such blank faces!
Hundreds of them
Innocent and raw
Just out of schools
Walked through the corridors
Searching for old faces.
They felt lost and confused
Among the strangers.
Then she walked in
Scouting every face
Blank looks stared at her
She smiled, understanding
Their plight in the citadel of
Learning. It is not easy
To face so many challenges
In a strange premises.
She geared up to mould the
Minds, set in an archaic fold
It takes patience and deep
Sense of belonging
To be in their shoes.
It took her three years.
Like a potter, polishing
Their beliefs and rustic views
When the time came
For those young minds to fly
With their heads held high
To face the world with
A confident smile,
She watched them from a distance.
She always hid
In the background
With so many success stories,
She herself lacked the confidence
To face the world.
Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2026
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