Once upon a time, for a short while,
Teaching meant trying to scream above
The aeroplanes taking off nearby
And the trains that screeched
past,
While in this noise girls chatted
On the much prohibited mobile phones;
It also meant counting own mistakes
And losing your voice by Wednesday.
Now it means being silent when it rains
More because it is impossible to talk,
And may be it disturbs the lovelorn dreams
That flit across so many dreamy eyes.
The rain takes them away somewhere
An my voice drags them here back again.
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