Thursday, 13 February 2014

The Grilled window

The windows in the library
has iron bars,
and glass panes 
that blur the distant leaves. 
The words in books
represent confusion, 
most of the time nonsense,
only a few make sense.
Professors pretend,
drag us nowhere,
far from my reality to
other's dream 
where I force and insert mine.
She irritates me to the core,
talking and preaching 
unethical lessons to the silent listeners
 who dare not disrupt her class. 
Seemingly a superior creature,
behind the podium,
she earns her living
mocking her colleague
for one hour.
Thus, the class goes on
while I damn my choice 
and scribble the damnation 
on this page
Hoping to find a purpose!

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