PUNISHMENT

My head swirled, my legs wobbled

a stream of sweat shone at the sunlight,

flowed down, wet the sand at my feet.

I felt weak, exhausted.

Had I been standing, for hours

under the the celestial fireball

fondly people called the Sun.

I wait, first calmly, then irritated,

then with a revengeful mind,

for the clock to tick fast,

for the awaited noon bell to ring

just before the loud chorus of happiness

would hit the four walls

that bordered the school.

That moment, the one waited for

my punishment will end.

The one I bore, though reason unknown.