After coming from the computer lab,
The class is shouting.
The bell rang and the sound increased.
In some corners you can see some fighting!
No fear, no manners, nothing at all.
Just they have to do is chaos and noise.
For I sit quietly writing here,
They think that the noise should rise.
Zooonn....! Went a paper plane over my head,
Shambhavi shouting at her full voice!
"Return it or take a slap" she said.
Flying it back, Tarun made a wise choice.
No one's aware, it's Social's period next,
Vandana ma'am already on her way!
They should revise previously taught text,
Or they would be found in misery and the chance gone away.
Poor Arvind, always beaten up
By other boys of the class.
He is shouting, shrieking for help,
But kind people just rest out of the class.
Ouch! A paper ball just hit me.
I can see Harsh laughing at some distance.
So, I pick the paper ball and aim at him -
Oh god! Vandana ma'am in and got it's glance!
Such a pity....
Everyone silent,
I got the punishment!!!
YOU ARE READING
Longing In Silence
PoetryWords come to my mind often and I try to give them life. So these are some of my poetries, each one inspired by my daily life incidents and happenings. Read. Vote if you like. Comment what you felt. Just a beginner there, need your help. Winner of...
