As I enter the class to teach
I find boys and girls running out of the class
with the pride of my knowledge like sea waves swelling high
I fail to comprehend this one small act
I enter the classroom.....
only fifteen to twenty students there....
My pride hurt..not defeated...
I announce...
If anyone else wants to leave He/She surely can...
I expected this to bring the class to submission
And my pride would have had the last laugh
but to my horror....
as a moment passed
I stood in front of an absent class
my mind, used to all logical problems
in reasoning sound, both verbal and non verbal
answers to this strange situation couldnot find
I like a wounded warrior in a battlefield
supported and helped myself in a chair.
Pondered for thirty seven minutes and thirty five seconds
the answer to this riddle
and then eureka the answer hit me
and By God was a terrific answer..
my role in this class should be of a
Fellow learner and a trainer After........

anurag duggal

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