The Class Scholar Poem by Manauwer Raza

Sitting on the last bench of the class…
Adjusting the mirrors of my glass…
Stretching my arms out and loosening the tie…
Straightening my back as I lie…

I looked from the pane and out the window…
Here she comes with her charm and aglow…
A very white shirt and a blue beautiful skirt…
With flaxen hairs curled and color of dirt…

I felt the sensation and my heart start throb…
Seeing a beauty like her who won't give up a job…
I faked my pen down and rolled up to her desk…
Then sank my head down and looked at her leg…

She bent down slowly and picked up my pen…
I forged a quick grin and stared back then…
She knew what I intended and blurted out stupid…
I though wasn't stalking acted very timid…

She threw the pen back and her face showed anger…
It was fury but she became more pretty and lovelier…
I hooked up my tie knot and cleaned up my throat…
And at that very moment she started writing a note…

By the time she wrote I leaned back and had a look…
Her body was beautiful and I fantasized her with a book…
Her fingers were slender and her hands smeared ink…
But those delicate beauty had a nail polish of pink…

I started day dreaming and thought her to be there…
Just beside me with hands in hands in the open air…
Sitting with hands folded and she resting her head…
We both remain quiet neither one who cares to have said…

Without hesitating again I said in my coarse voice…
"I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU", I did say twice…
She blinked her eyes and adjusted her curl…
I saw her smiling and then she hurl…

She threw the paper and asked me to read…
I did it as boldly as it was a bravery deed…
Reading the paper it was then I realize…
It was why that sly smile was in her eye…

Friends circled me and asked what did just happen…
How was I to say it was a complete dead end…
The paper she threw was not to my expectation…
All my body did was movements of sheer frustration…

I sat back my desk and drooped down my collars…
Making my tie back to the first button and looked like SCHOLAR…
Friends did read the paper and started their laugh…
What was written in it was not expected even half…

I thought I would propose and patch up with her…
But it was the thing that now I really fear…
She just wrote down in the paper below…
What if I could be her NEW CLASS BRO…? ? ?