Favourite Seat

We leave something 

of ourselves 

behind 

when we leave a place 

And take errand 

without 

even unmoved position.

Squandering no time, 

I sit on 

my favourite seat 

to become a swot again. 

Tousling my hair, 

she comes 

And breeze passes 

an aroma 

to my breath. 

Looking at 

her vivid eyes, 

I smile 

And 

The chalk hits sloganeering, 

Oh! Aspirant, 

concentrate on your study else

you are going 

to be censured by Madam.'