“ There is always a kid in the class, who is always daydreaming. Traveling to distant moors and
crossing different dimensions”
~Rumi
the jaw lapses for breath
and stretches
like a waking
lioness
to puff
the lungs with
poisonous air.
in the presence
of a
speaking
tiger.
and then,
the eyelids turn
inward and
upward in the
rope war
of tie and pull
and drop-down
menacingly
into the
dream world.
after a while,
the heavy head
drops jerkingly
on the scratched
wooden bench
and with a clap of thunder,
I come awake
to a dull classroom
full of
nodding
zombies.
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