Flattened slippers

A servant of ageless time
Facing the unkind master
Time proved me to retirement
Now I shall sing the freedom verse

Twin as i slop and gallop
All weight never weigh the same
I endured the pains
 Happy as I am in serving you.

As I sided to the dark corner
I shall never cry for your commands
At last I end my life story with distorted sides and shapes
Thus i find solace at the corner of wall.

  Looking at an  empty chair in a class 

In a classroom setting, a complete world is built  when all the chairs are filled. And being seated by the students.  I have the habits of asking  questions to their  class mates whenever I see the empty chairs.  I become too inquisitive of  those chairs.

 Beside the daily teachings and learning taking in a class so called  "Attachment" is built in due process of time. The message of change that you and I discuss on life,becomes so sacred, contemplating on  meaning of life and death become so genuine- rightly some called it a sacred temple.(in making understand the concept of existential intelligence).

I couldn't keep myself calm when my colleagues were busy talking about recent passing away of my class seven student. She was 13 years old. She met car accident along with her family members on the way to Takila on 20th May. 

I taught her English. She was an active learner and listener. She was a good student of mine and  inspired me to be a real teacher. At times I heard that she was a sincere student- completing the works on time and helping his parents at home.

Today is a third day and  I still am remembering her face looking at me in an act of listening to my teachings and instructions. No more her  belongings could be seen in her table, no more another murmur could be heard from the group as all her mates were beaten up by the mournful days. Only a still chair waiting for her could be seen in a glance.  As we had shared the same space of classroom I just remember her presence, like the way she was sitting, the way she was responding to me and the way she was talking to her mates. Often unintentionally, I call her roll call for class participation and time and again we are reminded  of her absence,sadly other mates have conditioned to looking at her empty chair.( Thanks to 21st century pedagogy, it helped in forgetting her presence)
Indeed, it was really a tough movement for the class.

Inside the staff room an episodic talk about her could be heard as I integrate her absence in silence. Some teachers started taking the lesson outside the classroom to forget the story. When I think of the relationship and the world that her friends shared-"I stuck in sadness" At least  for me-I console myself that it is simply a mere attachment developed over a period, but cant I imagine what thoughts are going on within her closed mates.
 Her friend has handed over me a notebook that belonged to her, I don't know how and where I should be keeping those books in the mean time.( opt to burn it)

It is a lesson for me as well to all that  how our lives are meant for when sudden circumstances prove in wrong time; at this movement,at the least of my ability I am praying for her eternal peace and wishing her a good rebirth. I feel same emotional sophistication must be going  on with other respective subject teachers too.  
 Note: I wrote this piece with high regards and remembrance of her absence- not to defame or demerit her sudden dismiss.  
Nima kuendrel.
From lock and key diaries.