Saturday, May 26, 2001

Tuesday Morning, 4 BR

Unamed, undated, year 2001

Today is a beautiful day
brightened by the sun, cooled by the winds.
But it is spoilt by the monotone of school
rushin in and out,
waiting for the next class
From the physics test, to the biology lab
And than to class for a period of E math.

English is taught by a young lady teacher,
a very sweet girl, who smiles all the time
But she thinks in malay and teaches us english,
her grammar is unruly, her accent - a monotone.

She's teaching us literature, a new component
a new syllabus, started last year
Everyone is making noise, the guys are restless
People are asking questions, for me, I'm bored.
I'm not listening, instead I'm here
writing this composition, albeit a poor one

The literature is done, and there's time to spare
We're singing nursery rhymes and than come some games
'win, lose or draw' is next on the line
Everyone is happy, I'm no longer bored
For an english teacher, she's mediocre
but, i admit she's a nice girl
I wish very much, she teachers something else
english is not a subject to which she's suited.

class is ended, next is math
This poem stops here, a poor one it is
Written when I'm bored of analysing poems
It is ironic that I should write this
at a time when I should've been studying literature.

I want to be a ghost

  I mask my words but rarely my face When I wish to speak it’s never the place My words my politics you’ll never embrace If I wait for...