sania harris

The Lonely Classroom

Walking through the lonely roads
Passing by the lonely trees
Picking up a flower or two
To please my lonely teacher

These lonely roads they lead
To a huge lonely school
The bells have long rung and gone
But laughter, it still rings

I walk in to a lonely room
With chairs messed apart
The blackboard, chalky washed
And pencil scribbles on tables

Looking at nearly every seat
I see me seated there
Friends surrounding me
And laughing crazy geese

Dressed in shabby white and blue
Some in dark blue blazers
Paper rockets and crafty hearts
Zooming past the lazy fan

I see myself laughing
Truly fully enjoying
Throwing foils and icy glares
I see my self pleased

Oh! Then this insight hits me
I curl like a baby’s hand
And when a tear dropp drips by
I know my heaven was here!


Written for my besties from OOEHS. Nahida, Rida, Divya and Nahla)

AUGUST 2,2009

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 2, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 6, 2011

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