Sunday, July 19, 2015

Swills of Illumination

Teetering piles of books, torn, yellowed pages scrawled
with the elaborate artwork of boredom
 in swirls and billows in congested margins
whose content treasures a wealth of knowledge,
amassed by the brightest minds, generously served
to the benighted, in deep saucers
whose ingredients rise above the rim as eddying mist,
striking against the darkness of ignorance
in countless strands

Forcefully compressed into a compact sphere,
meant to be forced, rather than absorbed, 
into the students' mind, seated obediently-
unseeing, drooping with the occasional nod,
weighed down by the cement bricks of pressure,
a lead orb upon their spirits, their abilities,
encouraging the forcing with a vehemently opposing soul,
with the image of golden bouquets delightfully meted out
by anyone but their nonexistent thirst to learn,
whilst seated in their provincial classroom

A glittering sun, an azure sky, swaying blades of grass,
at a safe distance from the crushing claustrophobia
of a tight enclosure of four walls, lines of desks,
insecurities emerging from peers and adults
Once away, away from pain, undue tension,
free to roam, to question, without the terrifying dread
of ridicule hanging about like a pouncing devil,
free to inhale spirals of beauty, in the form
of independence- to be oneself, to question,
to annihilate the shackles of inhibition,
and to simply, greedily imbibe the joys of education
amassed by the brightest minds, generously served
to the benighted, in deep saucers,
where our duty is to swill the scalding contents,
sip cautiously, prior to assimilating it all,
in desirous downpours, as solace from the unending darkness
of ignorance 

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