As I sit in class
On this fine morning,
I wonder whether
My being here
Is a huge blunder
The seat feels like
an unbreakable tether,
And the mind starts to fog
The clear blue sky,
The endless trees
Beckon to me
And whisper my name
I look back longingly at the outside
For my concentration
Has long since dried
The symbols on the board
Seem increasingly exotic
And the words floating
Through the air seem to possess
A hazy coating
The point of boredom has long since left
And the syllables striking my ear
Seem less and less deft
So it is here
That my thoughts now drift,
So easily they shift
To activities less mundane
And much more dear…
This poem was also published on Renesa – The Official Media and Publication House of NIT Surat.
