To Keep Myself Awake...

 To Keep Myself Awake...

Seated in the History class, 

I nearly fell asleep.

So Boring was it that, I looked around me,

and saw all my friends drooping.

Not sure what to do with my time,

I started writing randomly

although I wanted to sleep badly,

but I couldn't, sadly..

If I end up sleeping,

My tears will end up leaking

And I will end up freaking

And look like a weakling..

I try hard not to sleep

or I will have to weep,

cos the teacher is a creep,

and wake me up and screech

I knew if I had a pillow,

I'd snore right now and score zero..

But I'm no Dumbo,

So I try to follow...

I heard bits and pieces

of how Hitler murdered millions..

and tried to stay interested

although they went over my head...

Losing interest once again,

I looked out of the window,

trying hard, but almost failing

to keep myself awake

I think of other ways, 

to keep myself awake

Until dreams carried me away,

and made me think of that one day..

I was in our yard,

With my sister laughing hard

about that time we once,

made our mom crazy mad..

Thinking of those days,

cheered me up in ways

Like the phrase that says

'To ace, we race;

As I thought of more to write,

rhyming words with all my might

and just as more words came to mind

the bell rang, and I nearly cried.

I wrote this poem, just to kill some time

but now I think it was worth my time

My friend read and said its a crime

To leave this poem cos of chime

I told her I'll finish it sometime,

But she wanted it now, and I inclined

Now I'm glad to call it mine

Isn't this poem divine?

Part - 2

Stuck in yet another boring lesson

I have no choice, but to listen

I think this is what it feels like being stuck in prison,

Since History class it seems isn't pleasant.

To get out of this boredom

I know the perfect solution to this problem

I'd just write a poem

And hope the teacher never saw them.

To think of some other fiction

That I know is my mission

But to write I need a reason

And for that I need to loosen.

But relaxing for even a bout,

Will be hard, I want an out.

I felt myself sighing though out.

TBH, I go to school just to hang out.

Now she is explaining how the Germans fought.

It was interesting, or so she thought

But I kinda already zoned out

To stop that, I asked a couple doubts

She spotted me writing this out.

So I stopped, at her shout.

But I'll be back to finish this jot.

I gotta go before she blow out.

Part 3

Now that I'm back and reading this poem

I realise, what if my teacher saw them

If I stood on her shoes,

read this, My heart would bruise..

So my dear Miss

I Don't want you ever seeing this

But in case you come across this

And you ever read this.

Please don't be mad, Or ever feel sad

Your teaching isn't all that bad

I just needed a reason to rant..

It's that history is just too hard.

No matter how hard I try,

I just can't get the marks as high

I can't understand why

Ans trust me, this ain't no lie.

Even though the tough times,

I will keep up with my climbs

I know I can rise, I will fly to the skies.

Be a little more wise, And live my life.

Aafiya Noora M S