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It’s a free period of my class Students are reading chapters furious and fast I am in a creative mood All others are studying for their boon With time flowing boundless and bare My partner looked at me and gave me a stare He frowned as if my activity he mocked Thoughts flowing in my mind like a moth Now my concentration may have wreck With my chums and pals coming to me Talking about their hairstyles and contriving to tonsure their heads I am coming out of the vortex of my concentration My attention is giving a sense of demarcation Giving an apathy to their talks I am giving the bleak period a halt Diverting from them I am drenching into my creation again Why is everyone standing I can’t guess It is the teacher’s ingress now I got My belated standing up made her glare Hey this is not fair Now I start pushing my pencil again I think my perky restart went in vain As the bell is ringing, my amusement is increasing manifold I was oblivious of what I never thought I remember what my grandpa always taught It’s the time that should be kept on hold It is ammunition by which triumphs increase manifold After introspection, I think it was a great utilisation of time As a verse is written from the hands of mine Hunar Duggal, VIII-D,
St Joseph Convent School, Bathinda |
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