I wanted to be a Poet

In 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 started writing everything
from material to living being

That bothered me and pushed me down
and on my opinion, faces did frown 

and then something wonderful happened
the words which on my paper I penned

when read, started to sound with rhyme
just like a melodious chime

The words now formed a poetry
and now with surprise I forgot all worry

It gave me peace after I read
with some hope I proceeded to bed 

I had found what I was passionate 

and from then “I wanted to be a poet”. 

                                                 

                                                              ~RV

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And the above work is a product of thought and the writer is not under depression, he is well awesome as he should be.

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