Monday, May 24, 2010

Poem analysis

The Son is in Secondary School by Affian Sa’at

The poet expressed his thought of the schooldays in an incredibly detailed way. This actually proves that the poet really enjoyed his schooldays and really remember every detail.
In the first stanza of his poem, the poet mentioned about his school motto. He vividly remember that it was in Latin. The poet really missed his schooldays.
The next few stanzas are that the poet is describing some of the things he thought that was interesting, things that he really missed . Those really realistic scenes of singing the national anthem when black crows interrupted, that it was hard to remain the whiteness of the shoe.



Above was what I thought at first until I reached the last few stanzas. I discovered that the poet's son is paralysed and had to move around in a wheelchair. The poet follows him to school everyday.
I do not know whether my understanding is correct. However, no matter what is the really meaning of this poem , it still gives us a touching description of the days he spent in school.

My schooldays

Pens in hand
Put down the rubber bands
Pay attention to the books on the table
Not Justin Bieber
When teacher is talking
We are chatting
When teacher is teaching
We are sleeping
We hate teachers' nags
As much as we hate it when the computer lags
We say that teachers are lame
And call them names

But think
Time flies in a blink
When we grow up
We would miss the teachers' punishes
When our childishness vanish
We would always remember the days spent with friends
Rather than spending time with clients

We hope school days pass quickly
And we could go to work happily
But we all will definetely miss our fanciful school days
Rather than the bills we need to pay
We want to grow up
But adults want to turn back into a growing cub
Back to those fabulous school days spent in fun activities
Walking briskly after school toward KTVs

Those crushes we had
Those jokes we shared
Those games we played
Those books we read
Those teachers we had
Those names we gave

Now you still want to grow up
No I want to remain as a growing cub
Forever and ever