The Lecture Poem by Shyam Soman

Sitting in a pack

In the mid of the rack

The only tremble in the air,

The sound of lecture in bare.



Looking at the going gesture

No thoughts of coming future

Ignoring rather scorning

A blind eye that is

Hearing all the poles on the rack

Discussions one can feel as barks



Emotions pressurizing the hall

Raging, giggling, laughing, slaying

Slaying the thoughts of the other.

A thought strikes me then

Well in round

The sounds that rumble

And gestures that grumble

Are all webbed somewhere

To ideas born elsewhere.

Only some sense-surround

Whose sound of lecture in air

Stays the only tremble in the air.

(shyamsomank.wprdpress.com)