…A murmur in the class Like a hardly invisible crack in the glass. Transparent questions in eyes And few more sighs… A long silence Of repents and dirt ..…Beats beating As if In rented heart. A spark, an impulse Do it Don’t Why me… Why you won’t Tongues at high speed As down the slope Breathes Suffocated In search of hope It has to b done After all the flashes Scars and burns Now in this sea Its we… instead me!!