Cool breeze crashes into my face
As I search for ways to quicken the pace
The window's my gateway to heaven
Away from the conjectures that have already been proven
Bright figures strewn across a dark pool
While blank minds in a dream drool
Need a conundrum to shake me from this slumber
To escape these desultory rantings about a number
So I pen my exodus from this oubliette
Spread my wings and take flight.
[ 7:25 pm,
19th July,2005]
1 comment:
I have read it quite some times, but this time I really enjoyed it. Do all the students feel the same way ? It really is a depresssing thought for a lecturer.
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