Sitting in a class where practically nobody is interested...
Where intelligence, resistance and most importantly patience is tested...
Inspite of not understanding a single concept or a thing...
We just go on and on - forcefully nodding!!
"Are u all bored?" is what the profesor asks,
And right then goes on with the same boring task.
Somewhere, somebody cracks a joke..
Providing momentary relief, but to the prof- a poke,
She smirks... but as usual resumes...
And the same atmosphere is what the class assumes.
I look out of the window, desperately longing to be there,
But just 1/2 the lec's over and 1/2 i still have to bear!
Fresh from a yawn, Divyakshi looks at me with those moist eyes...
And without doubt, i know the feeling that lies-
"Why yaar, why are we all here?
Signs of boredom are everywhere-crystal clear"
15 mins more to go... the lec's still steady,
But hey, just wait...my first poem's almost ready!!!
- Zainab Kari
(This poem was written on whatever was going on in the EXIM class of 1st Feb'08)
4 comments:
Kewl, just the exact feelings expressed. keep bloging, simply enjoyed reading this one.
oye zainab....wha wha...kya likha hai tum ne ...its simply awesome...true feeling beautifully xpresed in this poem...
hey zainab.......supercool yaar....reading dis takes me back 2 d reall sufferings v go thru everyday.........heheheeee......newys looking more frm ur side......
hahahahhahahahhaa..zzzzzzzzz.....
luvd it:)i had d proud privilege to be this poems first reader:D
cant believe dis is yr first ...cheater!!!hehehe
kip it cumin gurl..cheerzz
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