The jingling bells ring through the air
Desperately waiting for final bell sound,
When one roams around the place
Restlessly feeling out of place,
The other begins a verbal war
That hasn’t ended so far,
Eager to learn new phenomenon
Yet tired of unstoppable studying,
One raises questions to distract
Other smiles at all the facts,
Another takes down the notes
Anxiously waiting for full stops.
Suddenly the bell signals the end
Radiance, the mischievous face doth send.
Pretty pure souls with love
Out of the cloister doth move.
Wrote this for my jingle bells, my dearest students ever.
Samy’s Spark of Imaginations