The Third Tier

The Third Tier short poem

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The quiet confines of a room of checked decibels,
reverberated the voice that wished to be heard
By earnest minds in casual cardigans,
Caught in the challenge of solving cryptic numerics,
Unabated even by gratuitous creeks of the wooden embodiment
They often twitched upon,
Also held a dreamer far removed from deriving at the prized solution,
Miles away from dipping an all fuelled ink
Onto the sacrosanct whites of his notepad
Nibbling away through the colossal doctrine sometimes,
While whishing away gallons of sweat that protruded the forehead
gazing at the rich black haired beauty seated 3 rows ahead.
Wishing against all wishes for her to turn out really dumb
He was wishing for an improbability that never could have succumbed.
As time would finally muscle away the doors to free air,
He couldn’t ever exert his right of free willed speech,
Amidst animated monologues of folks surrounding her,
Animation was not his strength.
Nor was academics,
Nor was presence worth a dime.
All through the walks that led both their legs to a singular way,
Before being crisscrossed at half a mile,
He was always behind her,
Never with her,
Never before her,
Wishing her to drop pace someday,
And look lost…,

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