The lecturer speaks, "Kronecker Delta....................." Few smart eyes are popped towards the whiteboard, Few virtuous heads are elevated to an angle of 30 degrees, Few Romeos are trying to impress the girls in front of them, Few drowsy eyelids are opened- probably in the name of law, A stupid young fellow looks, acts, and behaves- precisely like a gay, Adding flame to the fire, In my state of being positively nonsense. My mate gets afraid, Every time I make noise. Nevertheless of the ongoing theatrical drama We two sit in the last of the row, Hissing, Buzzing, Laughing, And making fun of the fools. Underneath our bench, Lies a wasteland of wrappers. History knows- There are no penalties for overachieving, And no rewards for being decent either. But will the class ever know the sweetness of chocolates we have?

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.