On the Threshold of Conformity

Not budging from own beliefs, though going about life without a hue & cry.

On the Threshold of Conformity

 

I forgot my pencil, but I had the eraser

Erase everything that I learned in school

“All the rules that we learn in schools” �" why do we say this?

What rules? Who sets them?

Can I set my own rules?

Where is my pencil?

 

The answer script came,

I had no pencil, only the eraser

I sat there, looking at the others

Scribbling down feverishly

What are they writing?

Who taught them?

 

I looked out the doorway,

Sun’s beating down on the courtyard,

No one there, a distant sound of a crow

Filter through the hot air

The room fell silent

And then the sound of footsteps drawing near

 

I felt the steady and the all-knowing gaze

Of the teacher on me

Though our eyes didn’t meet

He knew, this will be my fate

I continued staring out the doorway

At the courtyard ……

 

The old Ambassador car rode on the highway

I was holding the wheel, looking out the windshield

At the road rolling towards me

The trees on the sides slowly passed by �"

I wondered why they wouldn’t disappear faster

I wondered why it took so long, to arrive at a decision