I wanted to be a Poet
I n the middle of an afternoon When lunch is over and we feel sleepy soon A thought occurred to my mind That opened my eyes so wide For months I have been struggling hard To fix a goal and move towards That sometimes make me miserable And I will to quit as I’m not able to go with the plan I had made and end up studying masquerade The pressure that the system gives Of which nobody else believes The assignments, projects and semesters ruins diwali , eid and ester Not able to follow the class which isn’t transparent as glass For sometimes there may be teaching and sometimes lectures beyond reaching I’m frustrated and return to room And feel like it’s the day of doom No future's gonna welcome me how miserable my present be With depression I decide to quit let in my name candles be lit But this , one thought enlightens my brain because ending up will have no gain Take your pen and paper now and write it down what bothers thou I start...