CHANGE - Come to me soon!!!What am I doing herePressure from the ones dear and nearMy mind is so unclearTroubled by future's fear
I have hit a quarter century
Amidst frustations and fury
Yet another victim of our reservation policy
For our ancestral fallacy
Tired of being single and fickleMissing my ma's curd rice and mango pickleNostalgic moments kindling a tingleWhat am I to do in this jungle?Mind's preoccupied with MS, MBA and M TechIs there nothing else left to regain our livesNothing new that the spirits get revivedOh God! How am I going to surviveMay be I am thinking too muchAt the end of the day, all I do is punch and lunchSlowly turning out slouchStuck to a PC and a couchI only end up having dreamsDuring the act, I always screamEnding up last in my teamCHANGE - Come to me soon!