Read, I shall.
Write, I will.
Be as smart can be.
To make heads turn
I have to earn
They say, lots of money.
I should turn out
Both stiff and stout
For knowledge makes for pride.
And wealth does count
As paramount
When looking for ‘that bride’.
All investments
Some own, some lent
Must bear this lovely fruit.
That my good name
Do garner fame
Worthy of some to brood.
Sometimes I think
At myself wink
That if I were to fail.
All hopes would dash
And walls would crash
I will have fled this jail.
To me success
Is one such mess
To onlookers pristine.
Out of sorts
Trapped in knots
You suffocate within.
Don’t look at me
For I can see
That cynic-smile on rise.
On your face
It’s out of place
On me it does look nice.
May be my words
Will touch no chords
Unlike last time I wrote.
I pray you feel
In my ordeal
My future goes to vote.
Ghosts of hope
In darkness grope
Expectant eyes on me.
In firing line
It suits me fine
For none will let me be.
For the time-being
I may just sing
That I will try my best.
In two-three days
Anxiety says
I am to face my test.
8 comments:
Ho-kay, random guess, semester exams from the 4th?
On the money!
Yep, we all have to go through these things, its inevitable, you can't change that brother, coz we are termed as the "ordinary people" who follow in the path walked on by millions. The rhyming of the poem is mellifluous & I really like the 3-lined stanza!
Sam.
the poem's on the beat of a drum.
# Shadow stalker n Antigone( changed name ehh ???) ----Thanks. That you found rhyme in it.
rhyme, reason and rhythm
They lie
The ones that say
You need the moolah for the best lay.
But its a nice white one
By big fat elders
To make sure you don't stray.
# Antigone- Double thanks!:)
#Arsenik- Blog it!
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