Friday, November 19, 2010
I tore the pages off the book...
I tore the pages off the book,
Stapled them to clumsiest best,
Beneath the bed they stay ignored,
Till I lay my hands another day.
Sporadically a few more pages I add,
Swelling the size of the leaflets loose,
Again it lays untouched for days,
Till few more pages, find their way.
This went on for years to come,
Until, one day I stopped adding them,
It was time to bundle the pile,
Lest I lose them in a while.
Today, they kindle memories sweet,
Treasure the school time stories for me,
Every academic chapter I loved,
Are found in these pages above.
Be it Badlu the Laundry Man,
Or Pheidippides of the Marathon Run,
Every story gets refreshed,
Tickling the classroom memories best.
Not stopping here, I take a step ahead,
Go on to attempt the questions at the end,
Strangely, my answers get better and better,
Makes me realize its only revision that matters.