The angry clouds in shades of dirty white to dark grey;
The sun slowly sinking behind them;
Standing proud and tall the 16-flat yellow building.
Loud sounds of construction from afar,
Blending with the chirps of little children.
My head swimming with strange thoughts about Education,
While my heart in silence beating rhythmically;
My lips dry from the summer heat waves;
My feet all bare and swollen from standing too long.
A sudden gush of winds,
Scattering the litter on the road;
My mind awakened by the eerie sound.
No trace of the wind;
Education...education...education,
Gone astray with the visiting winds!
All...as I stood on a patch of green pavement.
The long-dormant volcano has erupted at last! I'm sure you'll spew out loads of thought-provoking, mathematical lava. Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteGood one Dawa, and ya welcome Tshering to the world of ....whatever..... We missed you a lot
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dawa and Kuenzang. It feels great to be back and yes indeed a dormant volcano was I (but I hope a harmless one).
ReplyDeleteHarmless as long as it is not harmful.
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