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, -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.......