Emerging love inside me,
The fronds lustre green,
In the class of forty,
I was there sitting alone,
As the whole class enjoys the punishment.
Guys at talking nuisance,
Girls around me, gossiping me,
Few of them, saying to me,
“Oh! So here is the topper! Topper!”
The sun outside the window
Far away, from the pillars of corridor.
The gleaming drops, vanishing,
As absorbed by those clouds probably,
Here I’m sitting for warmth of blanket.
I’m calling my room, my teddy, my books,
Novels and magic,
All those words not read by anyone,
And those words of popular and so common.
© ritikapeace 💙