What am I doing here
Pressure from the ones dear and near
My mind is so unclear
Troubled 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 fickle
Missing my ma's curd rice and mango pickle
Nostalgic moments kindling a tingle
What am I to do in this jungle?
Mind's preoccupied with MS, MBA and M Tech
Is there nothing else left to regain our lives
Nothing new that the spirits get revived
Oh God! How am I going to survive
May be I am thinking too much
At the end of the day, all I do is punch and lunch
Slowly turning out slouch
Stuck to a PC and a couch
I only end up having dreams
During the act, I always scream
Ending up last in my team
CHANGE - Come to me soon!
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