It was a rainy school day today
The brisk feverish weather
Has been a dull sight all together
Our pride stems from the thundering rains
That resembles the monsoon rains
Of that faraway rich land
So called for its mysteriousness.. India.
Like a mighty battle begins
The fiery storms huffed and puffed
Until they could huff and puff no more
Spewing their love and anger at us
We truly have been naughty kids
The school has been flooded
Pools of water glitter our halls
Shall we not feel proud and mighty?
We have received the storms of love and devotion
Just this morning on my perilous way
To the safety of my ancient school's doorway
I happened to glance at a floating flat log
Heeding not a whit to the downpour
My curiosity has been aroused
Edging closer ever still I crept upon the strange flat wood
It looked like a drowning book
Shocked into oblivion
I snatched the book from the ground
A precious piece of art was dying.
Its drowning cries unheeded by any
Pages full of sweet bitter knowledge
Dare not anybody heed its faltering calls?
With gentleness unmatched
And swiftness unseen I coveted the precious art
In my sleeveless shirt
And promptly dashed to safety
No love or hate dare touch me now
Fondling the precious book
Drying it as best as I could
I raced up to the library
And was greeted by a small friendly pool
Hopping on the dry spots
I safely reached the far rim of the doorway we called dots
I was happy that day I was as snug as I can be
The mysterious rain all together forgotten
Until that is; school promptly ended.
Walking cautiously outside
I was shocked into a deep trembling silence
My five senses rudely kicked in
Smelling first the aftershave of the rain
And seeing the harmonizing branchless trees
Feeling the touch of new life
I tasted the freedom of freshness
To complete it all
The song of the birds hailed the beauty before them
Even they were astonished into happiness
Flabbergasted dutiful mouth hung wide open for all to see
Thoughtful as a brainiac bumblebee
I smelt freshness in the air
And walked down the dreary steps
Truly I was in a happy mood
Not long did it last though
For as soon as I stepped down from the last step
Into the cold concrete sidewalk of heaven
It began to rain
"When I am in the battlefield, I love it more then when I am in my house"-Khalid Bin Walid
Questions, Questions, you always ask questions-Teacher
Why sir, questions are the basis of human intelligence-me
The brisk feverish weather
Has been a dull sight all together
Our pride stems from the thundering rains
That resembles the monsoon rains
Of that faraway rich land
So called for its mysteriousness.. India.
Like a mighty battle begins
The fiery storms huffed and puffed
Until they could huff and puff no more
Spewing their love and anger at us
We truly have been naughty kids
The school has been flooded
Pools of water glitter our halls
Shall we not feel proud and mighty?
We have received the storms of love and devotion
Just this morning on my perilous way
To the safety of my ancient school's doorway
I happened to glance at a floating flat log
Heeding not a whit to the downpour
My curiosity has been aroused
Edging closer ever still I crept upon the strange flat wood
It looked like a drowning book
Shocked into oblivion
I snatched the book from the ground
A precious piece of art was dying.
Its drowning cries unheeded by any
Pages full of sweet bitter knowledge
Dare not anybody heed its faltering calls?
With gentleness unmatched
And swiftness unseen I coveted the precious art
In my sleeveless shirt
And promptly dashed to safety
No love or hate dare touch me now
Fondling the precious book
Drying it as best as I could
I raced up to the library
And was greeted by a small friendly pool
Hopping on the dry spots
I safely reached the far rim of the doorway we called dots
I was happy that day I was as snug as I can be
The mysterious rain all together forgotten
Until that is; school promptly ended.
Walking cautiously outside
I was shocked into a deep trembling silence
My five senses rudely kicked in
Smelling first the aftershave of the rain
And seeing the harmonizing branchless trees
Feeling the touch of new life
I tasted the freedom of freshness
To complete it all
The song of the birds hailed the beauty before them
Even they were astonished into happiness
Flabbergasted dutiful mouth hung wide open for all to see
Thoughtful as a brainiac bumblebee
I smelt freshness in the air
And walked down the dreary steps
Truly I was in a happy mood
Not long did it last though
For as soon as I stepped down from the last step
Into the cold concrete sidewalk of heaven
It began to rain
Questions, Questions, you always ask questions-Teacher
Why sir, questions are the basis of human intelligence-me