Sitting near my desk
Thinking about my friends
Roving are my thoughts
Keep on roaming for hours
Nomadic thoughts of mind
Reached the days of school life
When the only thing you hated
Was your teachers cunning smile
Those fights with your mates
Coz they broke your chalk and slate
But those broken things of your
Were Better than the broken heart
Suddenly everyone is silent
Coz the teacher turned violent
But for us the noise of class
is better than the pop and rock
Since its lunch time of ours
We ought to chew the food in jaws
But we have nothing to eat
Coz we ate the food in class
Now The school's about to end
And we are waiting for the bell
Trinnn... trinnn...... Thrice!
And we move out like the wind
Then the sudden thud in room
And my thoughts are forced to gloom
Perhaps Mom's gonna enter
My hellacious study room
She passed a groovy smile
With a thought in her mind
Thar I'm studying for the test
But my god knows the best.
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