Thinking that I have written the best,
rolling my eyes for the appreciation.
The mentor was quietly observing the chapter,
the red lines indicated the trouble coming near by.
Taking a deep breath to control my nerves,
the words were flying in my head to make a bridge of thoughts.
The mentor insisted on the explanations,
stating that the flow is hiding behind the over burdened words.
Squeezing the head to make little space for more words,
longing for the approval with the desire to cross the path.
The papers are falling from the table,
the books are all messed in the urge to have relaxation
but the voice came to finish before the deadline!
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
PHOTO BY PEXELS