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I can then look back and laugh at how bad the writing was. - -## The Engineer - -I just opened my eyes, -but the teacher is still in class. -He is really such a bore, -but he just doesn’t know that, alas. - -Everyone is acting it out, -they are now experts at faking rapport. -No point in listening now, -that ship has already sailed from the port. - -Why don’t they get it, -Can’t teach one who has no interest. -I am forced to be here, -This is really the worst, I don’t jest. - -I could be elsewhere, -doing something with my time, -but here I sit and cry, -nothing else but to write this rhyme. - -Attendance is a sin, -It’s like I am paying to be jailed. -In India, Education is a business, -No one has the interest, I assayed. - -Become an engineer, -then become what you want. -This is the mindset, -rebel and say you just can’t. - -A Nation of graduates, -yet we still have nothing to show, -be what you want to be, -only then talent in gush will flow. - -## The Future - -At times, I sit and wonder, -what awaits us I ponder. -Then I am suddenly brought, -to present where forever I am caught, -the future, we can’t control, -take life through its treacherous shoal. -In thoughts of future unknown, -we can be happy or cry and moan, -but none of that really matters, -as any future good or bad, -like glass can at any time shatter. - -## Nostalgia - -Long gone are days of childhood past, -Never knew years flew by this fast. -It happened in the blink of an eye, -the game has begun, I have cast my die. -Nostalgia, the feeling makes me think, -of years that have suddenly begun to shrink. -I have lived he best years of my life, -have had all kinds of experiences in rife. -If I were given a chance to relive those days, -I wouldn’t change a thing, whatever anyone says. -I have never known a worry till now, -I think it’s because of my parents to whom I bow. -My family can be quirky at times, -but the love they give me, can’t be put in rhymes. -The friends I have are the best I could ask for, -I’ve had many since a time long before. -I hope I’ve been as good to them as they’ve been to me, -they are the best, if you meet them you’ll see. -I hope everyone is as lucky as I have been, -So take of the blindfolds and look at the world that is yet to be seen. - -## The Road You Take - -Sometimes I wonder about what I am here for, -and when I am long gone will people sing my lore. -What is life, and how do you climb the summit of this tor? -or will I be another story that will just be a bore. - -Should I aspire to be someone whose exploits are well known, -whose stories give inspiration to millions and many more ? -Or should I be the person whose achievements are his own, -another grain in the sand on the beautiful golden sea shore. - -Aurelius rightly said, “One should have a good life”, -become immortal through the ideals and memories you leave behind. -Live a life with friends and family and have joy in rife, -your thoughts and actions stay on, thought you turn to grind. - -But there are those who want to be well known even in stranger’s eyes, -those who want to change the course of history through words and act, -these men desire power and money, and these things are surely nice, -I understand how they feel and surely what they are getting at. - -I am halfway down the middle among the two paths I talked about, -I keep dreaming, that there must be some kind of middle ground. -What if I can have privacy of home and also be an icon standing out -this is just a fantasy and for proof you just have to look around. - -This choice is one that everybody has to make, and before it’s too late, -else they might end up with nothing, even with potential great/ -Carefully weigh the options and decide and stick with the road you take, -and hopefully this poem will act as a beacon for the decision you have to make. - -## The System - -The whole education system is messed up, -I have no idea how much water is in my cup. -Am I the only one who wants to change this ? -It’s like these hacks are aiming to miss. -I know it is a difficult task at hand, -but someone somewhere must make a stand. -Rote learning is worshipped in today’s class. -Wait, is this class, or some Sunday mass. -Science is the epitome of reason and thinking, -religious fools know not what they are sinking. -An enemy of logic is the enemy of mankind. -And come what may, I will speak my mind. -They interfere in matters they know nothing about, -they are on the loosing side, they are soon to find out. -Start thinking about this before it’s too late, -we are not going anywhere at this lousy rate. -But before that we must admit that we have a problem, -without which how can we all sit down and solve them. - -## The Winner - -I see a lot of grief and sorrow, -but I still hope for a better tomorrow. -Hope helps a man of the world bear, -Woes and troubles amidst all despair. - -Some see darkness through all the light, -others see light thought the darkness, bright. -People have gone through hardships in rife, -they never complain, because that’s just life. - -These are the people who persevere and fight, -and also always keep their goal in sight. -This is why they are rewarded at the end, -but others think their success is godsend. - -But in truth god had nothing do with it, -it was just one man working bit by bit. -No one knows all the failed attempts made, -he broke the constructs, others just obeyed. -Someone said, “Only failure is not to try”, -Never gave up, he would rather just die. |