THE LAST CLASS
The Last class over, I feel the tinge
The Last class over, and so is the binge
The last class over and everyone’s gone
The last class over and I feel alone...
The last class over, now I miss all these things
I miss the cases that I never read
And I miss the answers instantly made
I miss the presentations I first time saw
When I was on the dais with the open jaw
I miss speaking in the most gaseous forms
And fearing the questions from all the book worms
I miss those claps which meant to thank me
For ending the torture and let others free
I miss so much sitting in the last row
That used to go sold in the first bid though
I miss the planning that used to be done
For the evening party and the alcoholic fun
I miss sleeping sans sheets, pillows, bed
With the pyramid of bags in front of my head
I miss the movies on the corner seat
Clicking the pictures and priding the feat
I miss the white board with drawings filled
And writing before classes ‘The class cancelled’
I miss the launchers and all the paper balls
That kept on flying inside the four walls
I miss the proxies and their being caught
The sniggers, the empathies that absentees got
I miss that single name that single scapegoat
That used to bear brunt and always to dote!
I miss the fun, the love, the ridicule I got
All that I could mention and all that I could not
Now I curse the times when I bunked Alas!!
Why did this occur to me in the very last class?!
The last class over and I go insane,
Coz I very well know, it won’t come again...