Like a veritable demi-God walking the earth, And accomplishing the objective of his mortal birth, High marks bring such awe-inspiring treatment to a person, Since every parent is madly proud of such a son. Without them, a person is looked
In life the only wish we had, was for the pleasures of peace, Our hearts don’t agree to violent deeds, that break life into many a piece, For all their dastardly propaganda, innocent people are the ones who suffer, For
We were put in, when we barely knew our names, Or the difference between us and those dames, When a smacking from a Maam, was all that we feared, Yet among each other, we fought and again endeared. When Sunday
In comparison with this lot, Narcissus in beauty did drain, The mystique, of which no scientific gibberish could explain, Each passing day brought out the essence of fantasy, Blossoming like a boulevard, in the garden of ecstasy. In myriad minds,
As I step out of my shell, life a shamble of failure, I look around, what the future holds, not sure, A distant rumble makes me in my steps stop, As I am hit from above with the first raindrop.