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
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