In midst of another boring lecture
After the first forty or so minutes
When the first head starts drooping
With eyes full of sleep and slumber
Faces start turning around,
In search of the savior
Nods are acknowledged
And hissings are passed on
To the most probable ones
But even after shared glances
And a few passed on messages
The eyes are still looking for
The wink of solidarity and
That nod of confirmation
From the person who
Always had earlier come up
With the solution to this
Perpetual classroom search
Suddenly someone stoops
And faces light up in hope
Of finally making the catch
After the non verbal hunt
It appears at last from under
The bench held furtively by
The hand which always brings
That half empty water bottle.
