The magic box The square piece of mirror, A magic box, we kept so safe, Hidden in the school diary Under the creaking desk. The class in forced attention For history was the students’ tension. Pages of history turned too quickly. Thirteen years of war in an hour. Pupils cared not If the Gordian knot was cut or untied. Class of twenty, disinterested Whether Porus or Alexander won the war. The boredom eased as I pulled out the mirror. The magic box that captured scenes around. My friend Bob and I gazed into the mirror Shifting its focus to the backbenchers. The magic box swiftly static. For Bob, the ebony-haired, Pink-ribboned, pony-tailed fairy was magical. A welcome Interlude to the boring history classes. The classroom clock struck twelve My friend clasped onto the magic box Eyes fixated. Till the recess bell resonated.
