Sunday, August 21, 2011

An hour in our class...

Ten in the morning and we enter the class,
Run to the end and occupy the last,
The tardy heave a sigh of alas,
They are the strawman, we enjoy our laugh.

As the proffessor enters, we shut oursleves,
But then she calls, ' last benchers, ahead',
We try to hid from her evil eyes,
But all in vain as we fail in all our tries.

Saddend faces, we leave our thrones,
Slugging our way to the pauper's thrones,
Then she starts, with all her words,
Our heads bowed donw in sleepy worlds.

She chugs her way into the syllabus,
When we all say, 'ab bus!',
Bored to the extreme we resort to play,
Guess the word and find the place.

Your friends diaries are your best mates,
They are the ones, your sleep-preventing buddies,
Once foes, you are now best buddies,
You point the place, victory, no worries.

Here comes most important thing, the attendance sheet,
We fill it with signs and proxys,
The clock hits eleven and we shout,
'Ma'am time's up, leave us right now!'

She packs the things and readies to leave,
When we turn and talk, our hearts out till it sates,
But then comes the cold and irksome face,
Of the next teacher and the same story repeats once again...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Nurture the Nature...

Screaming, shouting, she calls for help,
Buzzing, guzzling we destroy her realm.

Cutting, thrashing through the greens,
Building the mansion for our dreams.

We are superior, we call her weak,
Nothing can stop us, not even she.

Her patience knows no bounds, as she waits,
And waits, when we try to bring her down.

But as she stirs, in agony and pain,
We feel the tremors, it’s time to break.

But we are superior, we don’t bow,
It’s her to adjust, nothing can stop us now.

As we torture her to the extreme,
She tries to save us by all her means.

She will never let us suffer, that holds true,
Till she collapses, with us all bemused.

She’s not good, we scream in pain,
Cruel, brutal we all blame.

Weren’t we superior, and she weak?
Then why is the mighty afraid of the meek?

Nature never meant to hurt,
Still trying to help us but…

It’s over the brim, she can’t handle,
Time has come when we pay in handsome.

There is time, still left to pass,
Stop this torture and repair the loss.

Cause we should understand, it’s she who rules,
We are just creatures,  we ain’t here to rule!

So stop this cruel, brutal act,
Going GREEN is not that bad.