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 .