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Education

n. the act or process of imparting or acquiring particular knowledge or skills

I have been educated since i was two
Since I was first taught to say abc
For 20 years, I crammed the principles of physics and learnt the laws of nature
But in things that matter, I am still pretty naive

I  read every novel I found in the school library
I have learnt to read newspapers and write letters to the editor
But i still dont know how to read expressions on the face of my lover

I can list all steps to follow in case of an earthquake
I know that you are not supposed to add water into a sulphuric acid beaker
But I still havent learnt to avoid the guy who will break my heart every time we are together

I know the 1100 words that Barron says I need to know
I can quote Shakespeare and recite pi upto 10 digits
But I still don't know what to say to you when you visit

I try to act mature and sensible so that you will love me
I act like I know all the ways of the world
But in my heart, I am still the little girl who cried when her mom dropped her at preschool
I am still afraid of being abanoned in a jungle of people I dont know
I am scared of the big bad wolf that haunts my every dream

I still do not know how to console someone and just make them smile
Or how to sympathize with someone without pity
I am unaware of ways to obliterate awkward silences
Or of methods to correct the wrongs I see

I have piles of marksheets proclaiming my academic prowess
But I have no certificates to my name that say I learnt a lesson in life
I know my destination but I wonder if my chosen path is worthwhile
Because in things that matter, i am still pretty damn naive

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