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Sep 04

THE CHALK TALK

Dust to Dust is my destiny
None bother about my identity
Trampled by souls I enlightened
The blackness which I whitened

I reminisced my glorious past
Unacknowledged till the last
Handpicked for a noble task
Alas, No one cared to ask

Armour, I pose as a tutor’s sword
Ardour, I am a blackboard bard
My profound palette of whirls and words
Were blindly copied by intellects and nerds

However when the last bell clanged
My noble self they trashed and banged
Trampled, Thrown and disrespected
By knowledgeable souls, I never expected

Men and Women, Oh, so naïve
I have enlightened in vain
Academic fraternity yours to pause
And pay your respect to my cause

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