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,
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,
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…….