A POETIC THOUGHT I CHURNED AND PENNED IN A CLASS.....

THE CLASS BROOM!!!!!!!

A salle et a chambre so calm, tranquil yet vivant are the echoes enchanting my knocking steps; pumping the silence away withered with the toil & labour; i perspire for a better tommorrow.

Up came the camarades

thronging up the galleries

sacs & conversations filling the gaps

sharing the sorrows,partaging the joys;

few jealous with some zealous

funky their style,juvial so attire;

hopes in souls,dreams of fire.

mending relations subtle they are,

like a glass reflecting the transperence.

Aspiring the fate incessant they remain,

tossed turned places they frown;

galloping the ways tending infinity,

cherishing values and valeur of varying fraternity.

little they know where to land at,

dilemma's yet so gregarious they are.

Then the departures,melancholy the adieus;

when to rendezvous no one knows.

from the lads so bubbly to professionals dappled;

from timeless epoques to constraining times,

Voilà!A new world is waiting for them!!!!!...