One class stands in orderly lines
politely applauding the naturescape activity officer;

the other class have decided to become Aliens.
Their ship has landed in rocky terrain
and for this mission they need to fling
their shoes off, discard papers and books
and swarm over the tree root island,
wade up and down the waterfall
soaked to the bones.

If one of them touches you,
you will become an Alien too;
your notebooks and pens will fall to the ground
your timetable forgotten, you will leap
into that cosmic creek, your spaceship
rocketing you into the future.
Carry some magic stones in your pocket;
talismans for the journey,
tokens for the new world.

by Nandi Chinna.