The same classroom
The same teacher and same blackboard
With the same diagram and same theory
When stands to explain before
The same students again and again
I find the chalks are
Always new with new views.
Still I never feel bore
Still I never felt my self saturated
Each word listened before
Always seems to be new
But still I am unknown about
The fact that happens
And That is going to be happened.
Tadasha Tripathy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fact-that-happens/
