Wordsworth once said;

 ‘POETRY IS A SPONTANEOUS FLOW OF THOUGHTS!’’

But the following poetry flowed through my frontal lobe ,to make the most of the time when I had absolutely nothing to write in my 3rd sessional microbiology paper!! 

I have written this poetry when I was gazing outside the misty window and I spotted a

                                CHRISTMAS TREE

Across the window amidst the chapel doors,

There I see a deserted Christmas tree,

Standing alone, no one to care

Bored of loneliness, it’s just too rare!

Waiting eagerly that someone would wait aback to see me;

Where’s the smile on everyone’s face?

Where's that glistening glee?

Whole year they let me stand alone,

Only at the end they lit me by the throne,

Where’s everyone gone, aren’t they here?

Where’s the Santa Claus and his reindeer?

I remember that week!

The only; when I’ am remembered

All the children beside me cheer,

Their tiny little fingers tickling my arms,

I loved to kiss their chubby cheeks; so calm!

But all that’s dressings lasts just for a couple of days!

Those lovely times of gatherings and gay!

Now I am kept undressed in this thundering rain all alone,

Where I can’t find anyone around me,

NO ONE TO CHEER NO ONE TO MOURN!