Classroom Boredom

It’s an early Monday morning as usual,

Students are already half asleep and acting so casual

The teacher continues with her soporific lecture dose,

It feels like ages since the last time I slept, my eyes threaten to shut close.

I look around the class to find some distraction,

But there’s nothing interesting enough to hold my attraction

There’s one chap who’s pretending to take notes with full attention,

Though his mind and hands seem to lack any connection.

Just then my neighbor tried to stifle a huge yawn,

She seems dazed, as if dreaming of a faraway lawn.

It’s funny to see such sleepy faces faking interest,

While they all seem to be on the verge of making a nap request.

The lights are shut in order to focus on the projector screen,

As if challenging us to roll into a slumber, just when we can’t, it’s so mean!!

I try and look outside the front doors to find something new,

Only to find disgruntled students moving in a slow queue

Why do they have to torture the students like this,

The authorities will be blessed if they could fulfill our only wish,

Wish is to have each weekday off and have classes only on weekend,

If only they hear our crying souls and start this trend

But I guess this wishful thinking is of no use,

So here I go, I have to sit here each day, there’s nothing to choose.