Related are those windows, Like each would harbour a star, Not a student yet, just a star, Then the Sun would glide round, Like the jesters around - subtle noise. Heh, sounds are silent lest noise come, Though this was no system, no galaxy, I bring you to the beginnings whereof: School. Everyday was a struggle for most, Name one who struggles yet walks still, Yet still walks was one fellow, brushing off; Every hour seemed a torment, a minute more; A second itches an arm, then fades by and again, Soothe then still; smothered and fraught. Still, A mind would race, a kiss would bite; What started as mother's predicament erewhile Now becomes her son's saviour meanwhile. Whether it was Milton or Algebra, Whether it was the Opium Wars or Faith, None would reach his ear, no source: Not even a reading, none so focal. Fingers would self-pick. Well? Aren't you going? There a voice be heard. Go! Rise, and then you leave. Each flight of stairs boundless, Then the cool air strikes on ground, The entrance parts an exit, There he goes yond the gates, Just a moment longer to privacy. Meanwhile a teacher reads the news, These are troubled times, he thought; A sigh then a head drooping arcs, When caught his gaze was his favourite: "What's he doing?" he thought, pity, pity. Like the drops of water dispersing, did steps. When they enjoined on that mid afternoon, The world would collapse asunder, With each cheek pale with snow as light, Then each word trembled like the thunder, Whilst the snow blessed the pair with flaky gaze, With much at hand, and the object in his hand, With no reaction brought, this pedagogy asked: "Need a hand?" An eye grown cold; the other so soft, Each thought conflicted and warred another, When conscience spoke, this student replied: "Just this one. I'm fine." At whose nest we fathom brought new eggs, A mother tending to such darling newborn, Spoilt with life, creased with fate, Then the breezes overtook them, so take flight; The mountains eyed; the hills were dyed in gold, These were the sights he saw till counsel come, Awaiting the first lessons he learnt in life, Indeed the toughest; but come swift, come hard; That was when the clocks round back an hour, But for him, it round forward to the new life. These are the words related, The windows sharp, Each star so bright, Now another once burnt out Collapsed not to dwarf. Nay, he became the supernova. Now beyond the ten years, Who would think his past, Then sowed his grace with feud, Till righteous come - ill-gotten lost?