The same classroom <br />The same teacher and same blackboard <br />With the same diagram and same theory <br />When stands to explain before <br />The same students again and again <br />I find the chalks are <br />Always new with new views. <br /> <br />Still I never feel bore <br />Still I never felt my self saturated <br />Each word listened before <br />Always seems to be new <br />But still I am unknown about <br />The fact that happens <br />And That is going to be happened.<br /><br />Tadasha Tripathy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fact-that-happens/
