Not twenty minutes have past and I,

Resort to this. A scratch on my physics notebook,

Where an energy equation should be,

Pencil marks over the space reserved for thought,

Theoretical, mathematical- not this.

What proof are they desperately formulating,

To make Rao forget, to get time to move?

But all of us, the clock included, are clinging on

To some inertia; he because it fascinates him,

Us because we want our summer back. And none

Will come out as vibrant as the particles he preaches.

No textbook left us a warning and we do not

Read the fine print, when it comes to things outside exams.

And only some of us are curious, curious enough.

Most, and me included, just want our pages full.


Mr. Rao is ofcourse, our physics teacher.