The Class Muses Poem by Varghese Kuncheria

The class muses as they gather
The like ones do flock together
They stroll through each verse
Unable to swallow many words

Be it a sonnet or an elegy
It sure makes an empathy
But doesn't go so deep
Yet do not seek any help

It makes their heart ache
Though they jerk and shake
But thoughts are to go deep
Yet some prefer to go asleep

A teacher can't be rude
Nor can he so elude
It is an art to enter
Where the thoughts wander

I do wonder how at times
Some grab thoughts at once
They sure are more receptive
But others are so deceptive

Neither can poetry be learnt
Nor can poetry be taught
By the mastery of the mind
But by mystery of the heart

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