The Humiliation

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,



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.