April 20, 2015

My class IX ‘C’ students

These faces are our future,
Our hopes,
Our nation-builders.

But today,
They’re just kids,
Mischievous and full of energy.

Writing a test,
Eyes concentrated,
Silent, scraping their brain.

One finishes writing,
Eyes me, and I nod.
She stands up.

Hands in her paper,
And with a swish of her kira,

The others hurry,
Looks at each other,
Looks at me.

Another exits.
Hurried scribbles.
More footsteps.

The classroom empties.
Everyone leaves.
It’s finished.