The sun sleeps on your amber skin The classroom turns into a raj darbar. Erasers are now ivory eggs Your calculator, a sceptre Books shine like parchment scrolls As the evening gold pours in through the window. Maybe one scroll reads about The famous beauty of the kingdom next door Whose father, the King, wishes you to Ask her hand in marriage. Another is a threat From a powerful Emperor Who has his eyes on One of your prosperous towns. Another one a signal of truce With some other neighbouring land. Your beautiful sincere brow Deepens into a thoughtful frown The sun smouldering in your honeyed eyes Your lean fingers curling around your chin. Every eye is fixed on your pondering face Each slight movement that you make Makes my heart race. In a moment you begin to compose Not verses for me nor prose, But letters in reply; And you hand them to your messenger. Finally you look at me Butterflies flutter in my belly As I lower my eyes, my cheeks burn You reach out your arm Is that a blood red rose for me? The sun has set, Through the big window I see The sky draping its night robe inch by inch I suddenly flinch as I find It's just a pen that you returned to me; My test sheet lies blank on my desk. I can't help but feel vexed. My mind needs some rest!
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