A Cold Rainy Morning
On a cold rainy morning,
In a half-empty classroom,
With a few students,
And no teacher,
The classroom rings with voices of chatter, laughter and discussion.
And on this cold rainy morning,
Most boys sit at one table;
The back table,
Most girls sit at one table;
The middle table.
Yet there she sits,
Just diagonally across at the same table,
A fallen angel,
Oh, how my heart melts,
On this cold rainy morning.
While she sits there,
I sit across,
Writing this poem,
Drawing inspiration from the little community that is our class,
On this cold, rainy morning.
In a half-empty classroom,
With a few students,
And no teacher,
The classroom rings with voices of chatter, laughter and discussion.
And on this cold rainy morning,
Most boys sit at one table;
The back table,
Most girls sit at one table;
The middle table.
Yet there she sits,
Just diagonally across at the same table,
A fallen angel,
Oh, how my heart melts,
On this cold rainy morning.
While she sits there,
I sit across,
Writing this poem,
Drawing inspiration from the little community that is our class,
On this cold, rainy morning.
-Aqil Zakwan
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