My Secret Wish

My Secret Wish

Through time and times
At school. In the recess of
Chance, i look forward to read
And once out of duty
I make my call at the bar
THe book bar
Their i get drunk on texts and notes
And whence minutes pours in on hours
The librarian rings
Shrill piercing sounds
To signal our departure
Deep down in my heart
As stools relish their freedom
From constant boredom
By students and pupils
I dream of being locked-in
Wishing the guard
In their haste
Forget me, lean
Soaking my appetite in meals
And drinks of exquisite order
Till am drunk in stupor
Forgetting i once knew nothing.



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