Jul 2015
Writing heads, stooping down,
On desks made to conform
While water plays outside
Free, no form.
A wandering mind,
With Innocence is filled,
A question of marriage,
Drops running down the sill.
In uniforms so close,
People come and go,
Forget the magic rumble
Of the world in tow.
The need to wake up,
To sights like these,
We forget and sink,
In the streams with unease.
On desks made to conform
While water plays outside
Free, no form.
A wandering mind,
With Innocence is filled,
A question of marriage,
Drops running down the sill.
In uniforms so close,
People come and go,
Forget the magic rumble
Of the world in tow.
The need to wake up,
To sights like these,
We forget and sink,
In the streams with unease.
I felt so sad to see students having to sit inside a classroom and take a test when the heavens were rumbling and pouring down such melodious music.
(Singapore)
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