I AM!

Why labour, in
Dream cast reality
Erecting castle
With vaulted Skies

All men have risen
And, fallen still
Grooming silence
To ripen in grave

Bunking class, from
An eternal blackboard
I found respite
Freedom regained

Why labour, with
Love and form
Filling omnibuses
Over omnibuses!

All souls gather dust
Over their eyes
Parceling void
Dumb with ease

Bunking my stay, from
The golden Sun
And earthy urn
I remain, what I am!