The Ancient hunger of Post Modernity

I am eagerly waiting for the bloody bell to ring

Can’t take another minute of her post modernity.

The room is full yet the class is so boring.

I want a break; would it be sane to scream?

I want to run with no chances of an escape

And there she goes again about those useless things.

One is copying the last day’s notes

She had bunked, typical of her.

Today she is present with me

But all this torture, isn’t affecting.

The other one sits and pays attention

She seems to have already exam tension

Now and then her pen moves over the page

How can she be so damn attentive?

One is missing, enjoying a holiday

Bloody lucky she is to have escaped

While I sit here in dismay.

The shitty clock seems to have stopped

From US now we are running wild in the Greek Collage

And a bride sitting in front of me

Damn her red sari is so funny.

But then these girls aren’t the cause of my problem

The only one on the dais needs now to step down

When will this class come to its end?

When will I be set free?

When will the vacations start?

And most importantly, when will I get to eat?