Four boys from laddu’s class are at the reception,
They’ve been asked to sit there for detention,
Somehow they reminded me of my school days,
When I was often punished for my wayward ways,

I thought to myself it was OK,
Whatever it is they’ll turn out okay,
It’s their age to be naughty now,
Let them be, some mischief allow,
Let them run around and be wild,
Later on life’s circumstances will anyways make them mild,
These are few years of fun and frolic,
Don’t make little pranks hyperbolic