Classroom

  Nothing that can be recommended

As courtesy or worthy of learning

I perceive in their

Immensely pictured tall talks

About their conceit and slang values

 

 Driven crazy by inordinate sordid concepts

They gossiped about all their adventures

From A to Z

The heroically virile deeds,

They boasted about and recited

In a dashing tongue

 

The love game that bound their preference

Marks given in accordance

With the number of girls

One entraps in his web

The higher the marks they got

The more the victims were

Those obtaining lower marks

Provided them with a source of great amusement

 

Surpassing even fashion models,

T-shirts, trousers, caps, wrist watches and bracelets

Of flamboyant quality

Embroidered their figure

 

Along with funky haircuts

That paved the way for duplicate film stars

Yet I have achieved

The realization of the fact about them being cardboard heroes

The shrill whistles they made,

Even in the presence of teachers

Ranked them much closer to loiterers

 

Clenching their teeth

They gave their eyes

A wild rotation,

While peeping at untouched girls

 Very awkward,

Was the way they sucked lollipops

 implying their desires, unsatisfied

They consumed their youth

Medicating to heal their incurable fevers

With cigarettes, arrack, and

Most probably with hired flowers,

Letting their beaks drink

The nectar in them

 

 They bragged about their prospect

Of soldiering

Holding the bat like a rifle

 And making a stammering noise by mouth

They acted out,

How they expected to shoot

Anybody standing in front of them,

And at the end

Flung the bat at one of their friends

While the latter gave a painful bark

 

In the examination hall,

The employment of tactics to copy

Ran beyond notice

Written in an eraser

Or in a piece of paper folded

To the smallest size

And concealed inside the stapler,

Answers passed from hand to hand

 

They tapped at the desk

Muttering various songs

The rhythm like throwing gravel

On a corrugated iron sheet

 

Hence,

No value surfaces from their practices or ideals

That I could enfold with wholehearted enthusiasm 

But a priceless lesson captures my focus

Taught by them,

 A lesson probing the nature of society