The, Class room is empty and barren.
The benches remain aside.
The students outside the corridor,
And the teacher absent.
The black board not cleaned for days.
The duster lying in the staff room.
And the writing chalks broken.
The peons sipping tea ,
And the clerk's in the counter chatting.
While the principal busy in the work.
The evening batches reaching their
destination.
And the peon closes the gates
All is silent and the night God
Stalks.

Miraa