Tuesday, 17 March 2015

The Empty Classroom




I saw you
sitting in an empty class room,
listening to a pink floyd song,
head resting on your elbow
eyes staring each bench, one by one
trying you were
to look and find
people on those benches,
hearing instead
the winds playing with the dust and the light,
the benches got filled
slowly and blatantly
by the questions you were asked,
and you failed to answer
and the interrogater was not satisfied
that filled you with pain,
that pain and failure
are the only people you'll find
occupying every desk
and even the dice.