I looked at his 6 string - all baige.
Those damned half-mirrored surfaces,
reflected my rage.
Luck on him is bestowed
Not on us. Our fault? Tell us.
Yes. I'm-------------Jealous.
I tried as hard as him - or more.
Worked my pitch, my scale, my rhythem,
all of it before.
He played better. He won.
But why? How? - I was his teacher.
Bloody--------------------Leecher.
I see the prize. I get ready to kill.
Sign from Satan. Knife - by the side.
Anger - to my fill.
Scared by the string?
Leave it alone? Let it be? Shut it?
I---------------------------cut it.
Wrapped, the junk, back for the victor.
Nice lesson!- My achievement for today.
Ha! Have your award, Sir!
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Came back for the morning class.
Boy! has got guts. Prize! still covered?
You--------------------------coward.
"You're the real winner. Yours." said he.
I was happy. I was sad. I was shocked.
I wasn't ready.
I couldn't stand my presence.
Tried hard to hide my tears, my pain.
All----------------------------in vain!
Note: Each para is actually 2 half paragraphs with rhyme sequence aba, cdd respectively. The dots are meant to create a pause-effect , showing that the teacher is actually unsure of what to do. And finally through the last words succumbs to instinct.
