Hey !!
The following poem is my way of explaining my college life - in the form of a Poem !!
And I know for sure that my college mates will agree with me on whatever I have written.
Here I shoot :-
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Dreams end,
Day starts.
At 9:30 am,
I do my morning fart.
I realise the class has started,
at exactly the time I farted.
I go to get loose,
to ease the morning blues.
Then I take a bath,
to embrace another aftermath.
My mom keeps screaming-
"Leave beta,Leave"
But the lazy me says,
"Sleep beta,Sleep".
I start the car,
to drive far.
And pray to Almighty,
that i reach MSIT.
I stand at the class door,
and wonder why all this is so bore.
But then, I have to get in
as the attendance is fallin.
Then I enter the class,
and my mates think.
While looking at me,
they all wink.
I feel embarassed and a little shy,
But then, I have to give in to their cry.
Thats when I tell them,
"Listen mate",
"Its my habit getting late".
The day ends without a sound,
The bell doesnt ring,
But I'm the happiest man around.
I step out of the college smiling,
and then i start driving
To a place called Neverland,
where short attendance and lectures are no brand !!!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
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Before reading this, i felt how could a person describe his college classes in a poem as poems are generally written for a good event, contrary to the classes. I would say it was well organized and planned poem.
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