Lonely classroom

Photo by Puvi Joshi (Mint Icetea Photography)

I used to sit in the classroom
For me, It was full of gloom
I was always treated apart
Like a thrown away piece of broken art
I used to sit alone in the corner of the bench
In the shower of loneliness I used to drench
Along with me no one used to walk
No one used to talk
No one used to listen
No one used to pay attention
With cutting words I was always teased
Seeing me in painful condition they were very happy & pleased
I used to cry internally
With pain, very bitterly
I used to ask myself....
Am I so bad?...
Am I really mad?...
Seeing me like this, Will it make them glad?
But Why?.....
To kill my boredom,
I used to draw, I used to play with my pen
I used to count the numbers, From 0 to 10
I used to recite songs in my mind
I was alive in thoughts but my presence was unknown & blind
I found life in those lifeless things
As they gave me solace than these people with hard feelings
Ah!...I got used to that killing pain
It was my best friend...Our friendship shall always remain