The Choices We Make In Life

(Blame Game) I sat down silently praying Lambasted and humiliated Before my stunned peers My blood boiled, perhaps even curdled Simmering my almost roasted brain Skinny sinews tightened Cheeks like two red hot sizzlers As anger lashed against my ribbed skull Writhing in agony for volcanic outbursts But the pounding heart retraced The tongue reined tightly She was my teacher Her day had begun badly Our principal had fumed at her His car had broken down He was late for school and in The vicious melee of blame game I became an easy prey of Uncontrolled tempers Wondered at the pedigree Of maturity and immaturity Though my exam was ruined God, perhaps had Planned an unknown layout Exclusively for me. Balveen Cheema September 9, 2015 Competition: the Choices We Make In Life