/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: ravindrabhadoriya https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-ravindrabhadoriya-48x48.jpg?cb=1523276888 Following lines describe all..... No, matter what the teacher asks I’m always at my own tasks, Sitting on my last bench I always sleep But when the exams come I always weep, The teacher has come and he has gone Sitting on my last bench I always yawn, On my last bench come the sweetest dreams But they always end when the teacher screams, Looking at all this I sometimes try to dream That one day I’ll also sit at the front and become the nation’s cream. Even then I will love this sorrowful trench Because I’m writing this poem on the same last Bench,'