09-09-2008...

THAT ONE HOUR

It was 9 at morning

May be for some, time for yawning

Suddenly a voice came “where are others”

Quickly replied “may be with brothers”

With no delay another question attacked

“Should the lecture be packed?”

A little smile on my face

The decision I would embrace

Rushing into lecture hall, someone said

“May I come in”, teacher nodded her head

“Please mam, please mam” the voice cried

But in a angry mood she denied

I don’t know why I was there

I had no choice but to stare

45 min left, says the watch

Teacher scolded, said not to botch

No less than torture for me

Finding myself helpless as if in a sea

One after other numerical being fired

It’s high time, I was tired

I was seized up by her

Sleeping, I have to prefer.

Still fifteen minutes for me to work

After that it would be all smirks

Don’t know why she is irritating me

Humming in front of me like a bee

Only five minutes to go

She said me for the copy to show

I don’t know why she was happy

I was totally snappy

Announced next lecture for a test

Hoping me to perform the best

I thought never to attend a class

If attendance was not in mass

She said thank you and went out

For me whole lecture was a doubt

Feeling relaxed after that one hour lecture

What next I had no conjecture

A rush came inside the class

I went out without a bass

I will never forget this hour

I will never forget this hour….

PARMITA BISWAS