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Rebel

Trudging through the still corridors 
An eerie silence filled the hollow air
Empty classrooms, phantom voices
Spotted the broken corner seat,

My permanent abode once, it
Still bears the marks of my shrine
Disinterested drew rough images 
Wrote long verses on insignificant life

Cold stares of teachers who never care
One Ms. A always looked disparagingly 
A look of disdain, threw the poetry book
On my face, a roar of laughter around 

Now as I walk heavily through the grim
Cubicles, the quiet hallway, in retrospect
I Realize, the true cause of feelings,
Suppressed inside me for decades

The silent rebel in me took birth in these
Grey dull classrooms, devoid of any 
Human touch, an insurgent, exiled in 
My body, a non existent blob of flesh 

A faceless creature lost in the sea of 
Students called only by roll number five
Humiliated by such an indifferent education 
I vowed never to return back .

 

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8 thoughts

  1. A Beautifully expressed piece, Tanya!

    Let the silent rebel, be the voice within. They may have tried to ignore your worth, but those encounters; helped to fortify your heart! A strength you can now forever call your own!

    • oh yes today whatever I am all thanks to my school experiences. I totally hated going to school. Irony of life is though I hated school, I ended up becoming a teacher myself and then I got to see what struggles teachers go through !

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