In My Class That Is Fanatic Poem by Liza Sud

In my class that is fanatic -
you should worship - only one!
Gaze symmetrically standing,
then will burn out a star,

only he creates a wonder
who is Focused all the time!
But the one that's blurry rambling -
in its wandering - is a fun.

In my class that is fanatic -
if you're studying in it-
follow unfamiliar findings
of the Sky bucket you see,

And just stare, stare, stare
at the image of the theme
not distracting your attention
you will see my bottom there.

And repeating all my topics
being the fan of every sound-
you will reach the edge of bottom,
stare at me all the time.

That's the vision of the unit
and the captured moment depth.
and so deep, like knitting spokes,
gaze will sharpen intellect.

That's a mirror. And expansion
that reflects reality.
Otherwise, get out of classroom.
Helpful to you it can't be.