#classroomscene
Messy notes scribbled in class.
To see better, some kid pleads to a whispering glass.
Beloved whiteboard, the mirror of books,
written to carry a heavy load.
Absence of glass makes it an enemy ,blurry code.
In classroom, glasses come with labels
labels of beauty, exchange of student duty.
Glasses sit on pretty faces
labeled heroic anime.
Toppers with glasses,
adored like trophies, cool and fine.
Blurry vision fades,
like the sunset.
If you are weak, it’s a crime.
The silent one becomes the target.
Nerd, who answers and then forgets
being bullied is mandatory, carved in fate.
On a labeled shelf, one different book
so unsettling, it destroys the look.
Glasses are like an invisible badge,
giving identity, honour, and mockery
in the same classroom from ages
I watch them, wishing I could wear that badge too.
Those spectacles from afar I adore.
I fit ,but how do I ask for it?
In a crowded city, I sit all alone.
Affordable glasses… yet I can’t afford my beloved,
for fear they’d hate me more
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Not a playtime game,
mindful score behind every name.
Tomorrow’s society gets polluted
when corrupted minds and greedy features
disguise the fake role of a teacher.
They don’t have potential for the job.
So much crime, invisible to the cop.
Potential for the small clients,
required score, loving parents who live as blind.
Reserved in exchange for extra money,
within polished answer sheets and suggestion papers.
Dreadful exam passes, like silk and honey.
Learning, the door of freedom and getting wise,
some parents refuse to compromise.
Do they know how much we pay
just to keep our marks untouched by the teacher’s crime?
Not every guide is evil.
They don’t judge,
simple learners they never burn.
We students, shaped by how we feel,
favouritism has its own long bill.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC
Question paper made of unread clues
wrapped in gold,
memories treasure answers in every practiced fold.
Brain races, tiny heart acquired the power to face,
how do we know pain is carved and open to trace?
Dreadful exam floats in mind like the end of the world.
A little one Smiles bright as sunlight,
ink shapes the pages,
golden answers shine bright.
Fluttering hope
“Maybe tomorrow will be easy, I am learning how to cope.”
Tomorrow never came,
I met with unknown rain.
“You copied, cheater!” says the great authority.
Heart becomes a sea of pain,
one sentence I wish my ears had never claimed.
Predatory smiles, satisfied smirks
burn me into ashes.
Under sunlight I never cry,
yet I flood my lashes,
invisible innocence like the erased pencil’s mark,
unseen by the eyes made of dark.
Still proof comes like the sunlight,
but a heart gets lost in night.
Sorrowful humiliation, no apology still stings as ice.
If you are wrong, don't care to admit and apologize?
Proof needs to prove
How clever abuse!
Why society doesn't need proof to accuse?
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
Break time clatters, clinks,
Where the whiteboard pauses to think.
Most precious time
Pitter-patter, laughter, and crunches of chips,
Praying for the end bell to never ring.
Loud chatter and happy gossip,
Being humble and quiet within backbiting rhyme,
Becomes a universal crime.
There is a ruler in every single classroom kingdom,
Kindness is never met like the sympathy of home.
Cruel rehearsals practiced in every break time,
A free verse within a sad rhyme.
A bottle cap became a terror,
Rolling every time intentionally on the white floor.
“Pick it up! Pumpkin should do it to lose some weight~
For good, don’t be late.”
So many audience, grasping the best scene
Why are growing pupils so mean?
Knees hit the floor
Authority and power
Shrink my back more and more.
Why do we come here to learn?
Bright walls lose their fun.
Every day, rehearsals of cruelty,
Kids misuse the light of authority.
Overlooked shadows teachers forget to catch,
That’s how the world finds its future cruel match.
No one stands for justice,
One against a crowd seems hectic.
Power stands on a silent pulse, frantic,
Within countless pages and books of heavy load
Why was this lesson never on the board?
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
Classroom is never soundproof,
Birth place of mockery ,joke and painful loop.
Imperfections never ask for proof,
Judgemental society grows up under the same classroom roof .
Cleaned floor ,bright light , so many numbers of door where shaky breath take a fight
Germs invade the golden hearts
Teachers overlook,
Plea for justice were forever unheard .
Fat they say
"Too much ..round pumpkin"
Every whispers slices through baby silk skin.
Shadow of pumpkin rolled around every snicker,
Losing own body in point of every laser lens,
It hides under every back bench.
Shrinking myself ,magic wand failed to make me thinner
Perfect dolls became the winner .
Accusation sounds like a big crime,
I forgot my own rhyme.
Round rolling pumpkin ,
Erased name whispered though silent scream .
Time passes nothing change
Learning store became a cage made of unread page .
Shiny stars grows up as bold clouds in free sky,
Heart becomes quite labelled as shy.
Little dough become the demanding dish of bakery,
Small pointer finger takes
place of loud mockery.
"Body shaming who are you to blame?"
"Lets us live within our own body and name."
Some wounds still stings,
Shameful name is so unwanted to claim
Colorful childhood fades into painful memories by every mocking nickname.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:10 AM UTC