It was another class,
Another normal day in routine,
And Deepa was back,
To her last page writing.

She was again lost,
Lost in that magical land,
She didn't even notice the teacher,
Nor the others stand.

"uh...oh..."
The teacher cleared throat,
When all eyes turned to her,
Deepa was busy with the boat.

Her boat was in ocean,
Caught in a heavy tide,
She was about to save the hero,
When Kavya nudged her from the side.

Suddenly she became aware,
Of the prying eyes on her,
As she noticed her devil teacher,
Grinning wickedly at her.

"Miss Deepa Raman,
If you'd be so kind,
Why don't you share with us,
What's on your stupid mind?"

"uh...no, nothing mam,
I was just taking the notes,
Because this is the only class,
That I like the most."

She lied like a pro,
Buttered her teacher with praise,
But the teacher wasn't a child,
To get trapped in her maze.

The teacher walked over,
Snatched the book away,
And read the story aloud,
Much to her dismay.

"Is this what I teach,
About the boats and ocean,
Or about this wicked witch,
With her magic and her potion?"

Deepa didn't reply,
She knew better than that,
However she tried,
She'd never fill the hat.

"Get a hang of yourselves,
Stop these silly things,
Focus on your studies,
Exams are on the brink."

Writing isn't silly,
It's my life's dream,
And no matter what,
I won't give up my dream...

I won't give up my dream.