poem yang disumbangkan oleh saudara fithri jasmin : my besh fren!!

I so hate that class,

An empty jar filled with dust,

Slowly and surely time has passed,

My face is still,

I can feel its crust

That class I’m in with so much hate,

Why oh why that teacher is my fate,

My eyes remind him not to end this late,

My gaze is to him,

But my mind has passed the gate