The naive noon and the dissonance classes.

Totally new. In th e middle I stood.

With vague. Moved on wearing on eyeglasses.

Rolled my fingers on the benches made of wood.

Very inquisitive about what it was!

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Silently visualized the vast class around.

Tried to get a wind from everyone.

With lots of fear I spoke and it was astound.

Suddenly smooth silence stopped all fun

Eyes spotted 'a teacher without any humor'

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It was sweltering science class we had

And I was in a joy it was about to end

Oh no! Her pupil searched. I felt soo sad.

Her elegant eyes stopped at me. Oh what an affend!

What a perplexing question it was!

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As if a dreadful death my heart's music was furiously fast.

Lips stammered, ears sensed laughter and scolding.

What a month old incident it was! And then thought the same cast.

The same her pointing the same me with a written paper folding

With fright I got. I was asked to read it daily.

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Being panic about the teacher, I recited it in front of all.

For several weeks continuously. Everytime it was the same awakard fame in the mass.

I was called by the 'same her' to recite it infront of a huge function hall.

To my surprise, all I heard was a great applause . Years passed - how fragile I was!

It was , it is and it will be always our thoughts within. Dear youths, Realise the power is within!

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