Monday, March 16, 2009


I’m back
To the old school of mine

I’m back
With a sense of pride

I’m back
With nice,
Tidy,
Handsome,
Formal suits

I’m back
And I could feel the welcoming breeze
Soothing every inch of my skin.

I walk past the students
They greet me
Now I could sense the
Pride,
Authority,
Power
Respect
Being a teacher.

I’m back.
But with a lot questions
That has been circling me all time
The answer I demand
It’s no mere 1+1=2
I savor it though
As it is the only process
The only way out
To lead me out of the darkness

I’m back
Why did I come back in the first place?