Monday, August 24, 2009

a screm from my class room

The heat in the air make me unhealthy.
Lecture of the teachers cracking my ear drum.
Hot air in the class resembles a hot bath in midday.
Boring syllabus make me mad.
Torturing are changing us to be inactive.
Notes in the green boared make me feel I'm blind.
All feels me sitting in the hell.
The teachers resembles the devils in the hell.
They giving more pressure on us.
Life would be more better if I'm lonely.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

fantastic poem for all the students.

Ammu Joseph said...

i really like it