Miss Singh Is MissingA Poem by Zoya
Being trapped in a classroom,
With an excessively talky lot. Screaming and jumping like baboons, Saying-"This is what we were taught" The drums beat and the trumpets blow, In unison they sing and dance. Oh where did Miss Singh go? To Japan? Or to France? Duster and chalks are thrown around, Shrill voices rupturing the veins. The room turns into a playground, They chase each other in chains. My head aches- they're hooting and hissing, School seems no less than a zoo. 'Cause Miss Singh is missing, Can you tell me what to do? © 2018 ZoyaAuthor's Note
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