Write a poem about the last time you were really cold

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Poem Title: One Imaginary Day In My School

Emotions can be our strengths 

Emotions can be our weaknesses 

Emotions can save us from drowning 

In a sea where the cold world is brewing! 

Perplexed by the behaviour of rude, mean, and insensitive mates, 

One day I decided to play cold and straight 

I never once in my life acted weird 

But that day for my friends was like an awful year. 

 

I entered the class and ignored my besties 

 

When they greeted me, I said to myself “Just freeze”

 

So cold were my emotions that day 

 

If I cried, my tears would roll like ice cubes on a tray. 

 

So when I acted cold, they knew that something is wrong

 

They smiled at me, but I frowned.

 

Some came to my desk and asked me If I’m well 

 

I did not answer them, but just gazed at the school bell. 

 

For I was waiting for it to ring 

 

So that I could return to my usual self and sing

 

And teach who were rude to me a lesson

 

That a friend should never behave like a bison

 

Strong and cold with a heart of thorns

 

Who charges anyone with curved horns. 

 

But the time did not elapse as first as I liked

 

And things got pretty uneasy for me and the discomfort spiked 

 

Something was definitely hurting my besties 

 

Those who were always happy in belittling me 

 

Now we're finding ways to talk to me 

 

But cold as a stud I tried to pay attention to the teacher 

 

No naughty games and tricks today. 

 

I tried to behave like a first bencher 

 

When she asked questions I was the first to reply 

 

She wondered was I really me or a spy 

 

Who sniffed all the questions before she spoke

 

All she managed to say with a smile, “Good job bloke”

 

It was hard not to be my usual self 

 

But sometimes we need to be an elf

 

A small creature with pointed ears 

 

Shows its tricks when faced by its fears 

 

I didn’t know that I had this trick in me

 

To ignore those who thought less of me 

 

Here I was wondering why I’m so emotional 

 

Why do people become sweet only when they need something?

 

Why do they don’t worry about someone else?

 

Is behaving cold the answer to the cold world?

 

Should I talk only when it matters to me? 

 

Am I no longer the compassionate one?

 

Who wastes no time to console those who are hurt 

 

Thinking of all this I closed my eyes 

 

Finally the bell rang and I came to my senses 

 

Oh no! I was wandering within my imaginary fences 

 

I was not in the school but in my bed 

 

The bell that rang was the bell of my tiny alarm 

 

I woke up at once and decided never to be rude

 

Let anyone behave anyway but I’ll behave like a sensible dude

 

And alas, the last time I behaved really cold was in my dreams!