His voiceless voice vividly 

and painfully painted the 

priceless content of his lessons.

 

I was hooked to his book

as my brain, refraining

from all distractions,

 

partially cooked a take away

through the groove of his voice. 

 

And as his-almost-dying voice 

faded away, my brain padded a way 

 

to vividly paint the first

anaphoric metaphor of

my first ever free verse poem.