buddingauthor (India) published:
Chalky, monotonous white walls,
The professor talking on and on.
The dim lights flicker out in the hall,
Waiting for the bell to ring so I can be gone.
But then a certain dampness engulfs the room,
The sky becomes dark and fierce.
Winds start blowing as if the city will fall into doom,
Thunder strikes and lightning hits after many years.
The professor’s smile fades,
And the bell rings soon.
Pupils rush outside and take shade,
4 months ago