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.