Boring Classes

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My head hurts, what is this feeling?,
Oh yeah, thats the teacher, teaching,

Giving his boring lecture, without break,
I struggle hard to stay awake,

"Study hard, each night and day,
Stay alert, don't cheat," they say,

Stay alert!, is it possible,
No, definitely impossible,

Because, they induce in us, sleep,
A hypnotic sleep, very deep,

They call us early and leave late,
Something which we all deeply hate,

I try to comprehend their sayings,
They seem to be mindless ramblings,

I wait for the bell, to energize me, and end this dilemma,
To get me out of this world of rate, Shockley, and sigma,

God bless the technology of the bell,
Made to get us out of this educational Hell,

The bell cures my head ache,
All my ailments with it, I shake,

Finally, to freedom I make my way,
And then go about the rest of the day,

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Nearing Death

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Is this The Feeling,
The feeling of dying,

Breathing heavily with my chest out,
My eyes losing light, nearing a blackout,


Not Feeling any pat, slap, or punch,
As I slowly lose my sense of touch,


My ears rejecting every air wave,
As, for air, I vehemently crave,                                                            


The feeling of life, slipping away, into an abyss,
Then Suddenly, bursts light, bringing bliss,


Coming slowly to senses, I hear and see,
My friends striving to revive me,


Saved by friends, and The Higher Power,
I feel the luckiest man of the hour,


Now I carry with me, forever, The Feeling,
The feeling of almost Dying,


(based on actual experience)


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