Mon, 22 Jul, 2019

The Humiliation

By Arjun Dahal

What's goin' on in the last bench? The teacher yelled. "Planning your marriage" Was on the tip of my tongue, But I kept my mouth shut. "Nothing"-my mate too replied in a flash. The teacher went needlessly aggressive, And chanted few of the best verses, Scripted in his thermodynamic brain, That made our time awesome.   My wristwatch never lies, 8:01 to 8:16 in the morning, Fifteen minutes, The teacher provided us a private time, On our account, Marking it the longest scolding, Till a month remains, For my calendar to begin the 22nd chapter.   Chill, Horror, Fun, An extraordinary experience, We had gained the attention, Of the entire class. I gazed back at them, How hard would had it been for them to hide their laughter? So I laughed myself, Magnificent- we were the focus of their interest.   The huge crowd of spectators, Commanded by the teacher, Who howled with his utmost dissonance, Did nothing more, than a waste of time. For we sat with unholy wonder, -Dignified, -Glorified, And I even whispered to my nervous mate, "Michael Don's out of his nuts!!" Because who gives a damn, For life goes on, On and on.......

Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.