Lecture Poem by Srivishnu Rentala

Staring endlessly,
We all lose hope eventually.
Miring in boredom, we nod vigorously
hoping for sanity to seep in.
But we're helpless white-coated doofs,
with an ever wavering attention
and an unending imagination
caught in time's treacherous trap;
where a second dilates to an hour
and the professor's squeaky voice
transcends into a lullaby
that soothes even a lion to sleep instantly.
Even the best of concepts
dash right above our heads
as we're imbibed into a journey;
one that's all dull and dead.
Dozing off unconditionally,
we lavish faith on friends,
expecting their signal
to avoid the lecturer's gaze.
But a bemoaning roar
and a flying chalk later,
we're brought back to a stupid reality
wishing we were still school kids.