I entered the class , i sat, looked at my desk, where did all of it go?
I saw the black board. (We all fall down)
I looked out of the window.... but what did I see? Nothing worth remembering.
I saw the error, the one which had to be ignored , now that i had seen it.
I saw the dancer, her expressions, i saw it all in her.
I saw the girls, their faces, the response they gave to the one who was trying hard to do something.......
I saw the eagle, i felt like smashing her face, i somehow controlled myself.
I saw that teacher, not the same anymore. I wondered why.
I saw those papers in my desk, i stuffed them in my bag.
I saw her again, the one who was trying to make a difference, saw the hope in her eyes......
I saw that girl, dissapointed, i saw another one, engrossed in a conversation, least bothered......