Death-A Joy For Us Poem by Fatima Obaid

the boring class was going to start
no hope of missing the lecture was there
wanted to chatter but it was study time
suddenly a news came and smile appeared on gloomy faces
professor is absent today, woah so superb news of today
he has to go outside, someone of him died today
how selfish we are, how mean we are, we enjoy it
we never feel sad for the gone one but happy for a free-class?
how sad it is to lose our value, study burden makes us so creepy
Ah! the schedule maker is destroying us from head to peak