He sits behind her everyday
and stares at her a lot
He thinks it's well and fine
But actually it is not
He waits for her when she is late
and worries beyond belief
When she comes, he looks at her
and gets a soothing relief
He speaks a lot in class
but keep his tone so dim
And pretends to be gentle and calm
Because she listens to him
He scribbles something on it
His notebook is chaotic
This is time and class is place
Where he is most poetic
He thinks of her and just of her
Coz else is just a blur
Class becomes a garden in heaven
where everyone sings of her
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
He sits behind her everyday
and stares at her a lot
He thinks it's well and fine
But actually it is not
He waits for her when she is late
and worries beyond belief
When she comes, he looks at her
and gets a soothing relief
He speaks a lot in class
but keep his tone so dim
And pretends to be gentle and calm
Because she listens to him
He scribbles something on it
His notebook is chaotic
This is time and class is place
Where he is most poetic
He thinks of her and just of her
Coz else is just a blur
Class becomes a garden in heaven
where everyone sings of her
Request permission to use this poem