Cords of neck grows tighter
as head becomes heavier,
standing upfront, facing, pool
of black head - class.
Those eyes keeps on
staring as on naked body,
Those mouths keeps on
murmuring as a child baby.
And yet I didn’t lose to wear
a folly smile in gloomy light.
Once bluey-green foliage was
chirping in cold breeze just like
I am shrieking, internally,when
I lose my cold chord in middle.
Now, tree stand near
window, with open brown
hand under soggy blue sky.
All green gone.
Those brown hand become
stiffer in cold breeze.
Awaiting for autumn to
cherry blossom.
As I am dying for this
period to over,
where I stand frozen
under black shadow.
An experience of a boy who is reciting a poem in front of his class. In middle of it he losses the track the of his poem and all of its gone which he had solemnly learned last night.
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