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An Ambivalent Class (7 C)

 Rickety benches,

Dusty blackboards,

Flimsy windows,

A squeaky door,

Peeled off walls,

Greasy ceiling,

Cragged floors

And a very weird feeling.

At times, as silent as the sunrise,

At times, louder than a traffic jam,

Most times, empty, lifeless and muted,

Other times, bursting with joy and laughter.

With a very eerie camera eyeing us sceptically,

But let it stay in the corner it is in 

Otherwise, a classroom that's bittersweet always

Either filled with anger, or with uncontrollable 

Laughter.

During tedious classes, jokes still arise,

Soon stifled down by the austere teachers 

But when the blagues continue to rocket high,

Punishment it is for the whole class, from the

Teacher. 

But still, a class that isn't put down easily 

A class that tends to bounce back to its 

Jauntiness 

My class is that which is nonchalant and blithe

My class is that which is bittersweet again.

Comments

  1. SatuFebruary 6, 2025 at 7:53 PM

    Dude this poem is really good man !!

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  2. Samhitha BalajiFebruary 6, 2025 at 8:36 PM

    Awesome poem! By your cousin, Sam!

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  3. ShyamalaFebruary 6, 2025 at 9:37 PM

    What a beautiful poem da pattu!!! School day memories are the best!! You may have small fights , misunderstandings, etc now , but as you grow up , you’ll find that the few constants in your life are some friends from school. The walls , the desks, the benches , the blackboards - everything is a testament to the good times and the bad , that you see in your school days! Your poem transported me to my school days, and I so badly wish I could sit once again in my 7-A, 8-A or 10-C classroom.
    Thank you for taking me back to my school days da pattu!! Beautifully written poem kannama!!

    Loads of love ❤️

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  4. VijayaFebruary 7, 2025 at 6:02 AM

    Excellent poem Shriyan. What a beautiful thinking u have. God bless you my dear. Vazhga Valamudan. Anbudan Patti.

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  5. T.SrinivasanFebruary 7, 2025 at 1:06 PM

    As usual you observe and deliver through poems . This time your class room entered through your eyes and came out through your hand with pen. Beautiful wordings ..i really enjoyed your expressions.
    Continue rocking shriyandhaa
    From
    Pushpa patti

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