the chatter of students,
friends and classmates,
the teacher stepping in and silencing everyone,
and then there's us at the back,
the teacher delivers her lecture,
while we pay attention and make notes,
we glance at each other and chuckle,
and the teacher calls our names,
we sit up straight and focus,
as the teacher explains the test expectations,
the nervous sweat breaks out on our foreheads,
as we picture the exam day,
we promise to treat ourselves,
to ice cream and boba once we pass,
the exams with flying colours,
and throw a party with our friends,
a pinky promise to seal the deal,
and the smiles plastered on our faces,
our friends come to us running,
as we plan the study schedule,
we step outside and protest for our rights,
when we work so hard and study,
why would a select few get the jobs,
that we work so hard to earn?
we hope the government hears our pleas,
and makes a better system,
instead the guns fire shots at us,
silencing a few,
little did they know,
we wouldn't back down easily,
the friend I planned to have treats with,
lay on the road on a pool of blood,
my friends and I gather round,
our voices louder than ever,
if this is the government we're under,
we'd rather have them out,
now finally, our friend's sacrifice,
and a number of other batchmates of ours,
they have given their lives to this cause,
and because of them, we're finally free.
now we sit at our desks for the exam,
the seat next to me, in place of your bright smile,
a garland of flowers,
with your name, written with a title:
Martyr
I hold back the tears,
that threaten to roll down my cheeks,
when I pass the test with flying colours,
I have ice cream and boba for myself,
I imagine the smile on your face,
as you'd flaunt your paper with higher marks,
and chuckle at your lame jokes,
about the lessons learnt,
now your smile and voice is a distant memory,
and your body buried underground,
all your dreams are a burden on my shoulder,
than I wish to fulfill on your behalf,
here's to a better country,
I'll ensure your sacrifice,
is worth it and our memories,
is what will be my drive.
YOU ARE READING
A Cup of Contentment
PoetryPoems are an eloquent way of expressing emotions and conveying messages. Each line and verse has a story to tell. Every piece of writing is an insight into the author's mind and experiences. Of all the many things I could have been writing, I chose...
