Classroom


A room for friendship,
A room for love,
A room for for hatred
And also at times a room for studies!

The benches and walls are the most tortured,
They remain witnessed to everything-
The phone number in the last bench,
which is still waiting for a caller-
The proposal which is still waiting for an approval!
The young poet's two lines,
Are still waiting for a line of apprecition...
All th equotes of paints could never hide them,
They seem to come alive from time to time 

The low cellphone network often forms a barrier,
fo rthe newly met lovebirds
The endless gossip,
topics just seem like dropping from nowhere
But everyone has something to say,
no one is ready to listen

The boring classes never seem to end..
the creaking fan never seems to stop either!
With all these in heart we love that classroom.



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