sitting in a corner, feeling trapped
by strange creatures that screamed
and cried for their mothers;
does tears blind our eyes? i wondered
as they failed to see the one they longed for
are just a glass panel away.
i watched in silence the teacher who
was too busy to teach; trying her utmost
to coax a class of thirty-nine.
soon a familiar face appeared beyond
the windows and panicking mothers;
my very own to save me from this noisy chamber.
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