It is crowed, but still alone It smells as if you all are here But it is only the shadow of yours I realize, why you all are smelling here Because it is the memories which lasted here Yes, it is a classroom of ours
The voices are still reflecting on this wall Vibrating itself into my ears With my staring eyes full of tears I feel, I lost you with no choices But I realize memories are never lost Yes, it is a classroom of ours
My mind search you in this room My heart wants to love you in this room But only I feel, is yours vibrating amazing sound I think I am suffering now The addiction of this amazing sound The only means to live long in this room Yes, it is a classroom of ours Yes, it is a classroom of ours
Umesh Ghimire
This is the poem which I have written when I was alone at classroom