My Class a Heaven
When I come out of the security
I come out to earn a dignity.
When I enter a room called class
I see the world outside my window through the glass.
That is the place
Where I met great teachers and friends.
Sometime I fear ,"Will I find my space"
in the learning that has no ends.
I acquire the greatest knowledge up to the edge.
Moniter was king ,as they had the fear of teachers
Later during punishment they looked like innocent creatures.
Competition was high because none of us wanted to cry.
Many may say class as prison,
But if you as to me,
I would say easily,
"My class is like heaven."
Poet - Surjendra Das
Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle.
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