E41 chemistry lab- a room of no change where children evolve
My time in E41 is recalled-
Blackboard scribblings of master’s knowledge
Are reproduced by the pupil’s brightness
In the light of those Bunsen flames
Alive and burning with vivid phosphorescence
A test tube dropped, the pop of hydrogen
Basic sounds neutralised by acrid smell
Glowing splints in oxygen tubes- ash re-
lit like the experiments of ghost’s past.
The cycle complete, mechanism drawn
I turn off the burner and walk through the door.
Time is frozen in the freezer box,
Hence forth to be thawed by the oven’s warmth
And flame relit by new generation.