Those were the days when
the chapter on reproductive system was out of syllabus.
But we read and re-read it
while the other lessons flew
over our heads like the paper planes.
Yes that's us. The last bench.
Our honesty was rudely raw
and it would take years to get polished
into various figures of speech.
We were famous as the clan without a plan.
People emulated us, but their
thick answer books in the finals
singled us out into the last bench again.