Voices drone in monotones
Chairs creak and people sigh
Pens scratch, papers rustle
Some stare at the sky
Low coughs, throats cleared
Sketches and doodles drawn
Questions asked, empty facts
Time drags on and on
Quiet murmurs, bad jokes told
Low chuckles and some groans
Hidden yawns, nodding heads
When can we go home
Someone voices a new idea
Sparks of interest light
A new energy fills the room
The group it does excite
Discussions start, people join
Participation abounds
Interactions, animation
We're now a lively crowd
Ideas fly around the room
The meeting overruns
Reluctantly we all adjourn
And exit one by one
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I would like to translate this poem
Exact situation in a class room..........so live so vivid...Please read me also...