3 feet to the left, 2 n a half feet to right,
we sit in a formation which is often tight.
some call us the "mine of adventures;but
proudly we call us "THE Back benchers"
Through the windows by the side, we scan.
the practical world outside, as much as we can.
u know, that's the best way to confront.
the crooked mindsets sitting in the front.
In this jungle of grades n marks,
who cares for our "genius sparks";so
we lose the "theory-sheep" to the hazy glasses in front.
n when the "exam-lion" comes ,we r ready for the hunt.
In a class of barely fifty seven.
Virtually a carnival lies at desk no. 'seven'.
The munch before the lunch;or
peanuts, cookies n wafer crunch.
paper missiles,the chalkguns n pen fight,
surely is a testimony to our Army's might.
poems , the pranks n confessions galore,
scripted on the benches are a treat for sure.
mind u,we've sacrificed a lot in order to do so.
we are no less than the great "ROBINSON CRUSOE''.
we've been ill treated off late.
humiliated,disgraced n defamed till date.
neither given importance nor our due,
have accomplices n sympathizers few.
still we take everything with a pinch of salt ;n
make sure our movement never comes to halt.
Also, we never let ourselves to come class late,
Either we come early or return back from gate.
it's understandeble who doesn't want to beat,
the backseat boys for the "coveted seat"
Actually, we lead from the back.
try to put everyone back on track.
those who have left us on the journey to the front.
If u r reading dis, you are always welcome back.
Time may come or go.
wind may stop or blow.
still for me,the time will definitely stand still .
when i come back to this memory lane and i will.
with tears of joy,i wud say this is where i lost my heaven.
when i see myself right there at the back on desk no. "seven"
