In quiet rooms, the pages turn,
No voices raised, no lessons learned,
The teacher’s touch, a distant dream,
In this new world, where silence reigns.

The desks are empty, chairs unmoved,
No whispers shared, no laughter proved,
Just written words, in modules bound,
A different path, where none are found.

The morning light through windows glows,
On vacant seats, where knowledge flows,
Yet hearts and minds, afar they strive,
In search of wisdom, to survive.

Oh, modular world, of distance vast,
Connections lost, yet learning lasts,
For in the quiet, students yearn,
And in their hearts, the fires burn.