Morning Class

I enter the room
filled with unstable tiny heads
trying to focus on the tiny letters
that shape their future

I sit on my chair
lost in my thought
my reverie interrupts
a little head with little question

Sometime I wonder
did they understand
the importance of self study
that made me ....a poet

I imagine their little heads
twinkling and tickling
with the discovery of a new fact
that never grow old



Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2009-08-13 at 06:41

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