BLACK BOARD
BLACK BOARD
A white calcium stick
Just to the height of
Figure made
My writings on the Board
Are visible as white lines
In curves and angles as to
The letters
It is clear a product
From mind to hand
Express something to view
My students are taking notes
In the Hand Book
To read and follow about them
My writings are rubbed
And they are vanished away
In the Black Board
When the views are noted
In mind they are clear to my
View again to read and learn
The black board will remain in
Black after clearing by duster
And will remain for using again
She has written many signs
By her eyes silently
Through air
It has fallen into mind
With feather touch
Brought love that remains
For ever – never vanished
Like that of black board
Cannot be written again
Black board remains black
To write again and again
To teach something new
-Ayyan-
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