At dawn still dark and cold
The solitary star still bright.
Beneath the blanket i left the warmth
Without an intention to wake up
With eyes still closed
Legs searching the slippers
I came out of the net
To face the cold winter air
The alarm that wake me up,
I set it for the next morn.
There is a lurking idleness
That makes my eyelids still tight,
The cold water splashes to make it light.
The gown ended its service time
The turn came for a casual one .
In the corridoor my bicycle lay
With the bag on my back,
On my bicycle I rode past the lane,
Past the highway that led to the High School.
Where all like me are involuntarily present.
Who are their guardian's hope.
Their breaths in the winter air,
Form small clouds that stay a while.
Small chat small laughter we share
Warm the cold atmosphere a little .
There our sir and his theorems awaits us.
The long distance traveller
With a thousand travellogues.
As he starts his lessons ,
Some are still dreaming
Their minds hovering somewhere far.
They seem to pay no heed .
So he thuds the blackboard with a fist
To bring them to sense.
Sleep not gone so far away,
Supporting the heavy heads with the hands
Among the yawns and the dreamy eyes
Bright and blue our future lies.
--- Shreema N ---
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