Boring Class

As I find myself surrounded,

by the chattering of voices,

my eyelids get heavy,

and as I ease myself,

my mind starts to wander,

and I find myself on a beach,

listening to the voice of the sea,

feeling the cold northern breeze,

fronting the blazing sun,
waiting for eternity,

suddenly my plot start to fade away,

and I hear my name called repeatedly,

my eyelids were never that light,

I was never that awake,

as the time passed,

with the loudness of the heavy voice,

I found myself out of the class.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan