College Days(Classless scenario of a class)

Sat grounded in such boring class,
Warned again 'don't be so smart'.
Crouching on the last bench I escape his eyes,
And trying to bang my memories alive.
Distributed Systems so interestingly I dreamt,
My teachers melodies sends me back to them.
From those short, dreamy naps I often delved,
O words of prose, I command your help.

I swing around to see all faces,
Thoughts of each,I capture in traces.
Sonu n Kapil n Vinisha in dire attention,
Their notes so popular not to mention.
First benchers are all girls with empty visages,
Question n exclamations embodied in their places.
Just saw my angel through the classroom door,
Now it's trouble putting my thoughts to core.

Pratibha and Dolly,the famous twins,
Frollicking with hair and embracing their chins.
Shivam,Mr. Cricketer, busy playing his pranks,
Whispering and giggling with Prakhar,the champ.
APS,the gymmer besides me is seated,
Patting his hands,flexing muscles all heated...