Oh ! my dear 
 I find no hope of water
To make me alive here
If  I die with the deserted throat
In the flow of word's boat

The love for teaching fading away
When I am losing myself over these days.
The proverb seems so true
 to the corner of my heart chambers
Which says,"Excess of anything is Bad".
And that reflects in this burdenful mood.

The fear of losing mental health,
And the fever on my physical head
Make me so  tired
Somewhere,here I am hired 
To burn me in everyday's fierce fire.

Life has been so insignificant 
As my cherished class has started
Taking my worst of the worst classes.
How I will convey that I am a lover of classes
but today I die in the middle of these 
rigid designed closed classes.

All the rushes in the race 
Often push me into the mountainous mess
Filled with the uncountable cases 
And really I don't know how to face
So give me some space in the unstoppable race.

~Mitanjali Padhan