WRETCHED PLIGHT IN THE TEACHERS' LOUNGE

I found only the pieces of broken glass,

When I step into the teachers' lounge.

I feel the only pain caused by broken glass,

When I walk inside the lounge.

I'm in such a plight,

Can't breathe well nor live well either.

Why only I'm the prey of the plight? 

Not a prevarication nor had a misapprehension either.

Some works inevitable, 

Have to talk at each other,

But the jest makes me unnegotiable,

Who knows it will be barrier at each other.

Everyone makes a jest of someone, 

But I didn't expect the jest of yours, 

Will be retailed by someone,

And will be the loathing person of yours. 

Perhaps, the matter will be muted,

If you trust me what I confess,

But I didn't expect you, it will be unmuted,

And respond to fiery voice on what I confess.

Image credit:  The Economic Times