THE LOOKING CLASS

Its 8 AM, the doors creak open

chattering stops ,footsteps heard

Books out of bags, pens poised

the looking class is ready

Greetings met with vacuous consideration

Expectant eyes amidst a few 

projector on, the lights dim

the looking class stares beady

Time lulls the eyelids

of those patiently listening

And the educative drone

sedates most efficaciously

Anaesthesia I have learnt

Is not just injectable

It is also verbal

when administered slowly

Welcome to the looking class

Doesn't matter what lesson

The response to stimuli

has always the same outcome

They look ahead unmoving

They look ahead unwavering

surviving pedantic speech

with scrawls left on answer sheets

Its 8:50 and the door creaks open

Toes click past weary bodies 

the podium clears ans replenishes

The looking class repeats