ASSIGNMENT

About Poem: I wrote this poem when I was in Delhi preparing for CAT and all those stuff. Being so far from the home for the very first time, I many times felt very low. During one of such lean period, I wrote this poem just to rejuvenate myself. You guys know writing poems is my ‘In-House-Built-Stress-Buster’ technique. So I wrote one and here it goes.

ASSIGNMENT

For what are thou here?

Not for such viles to serve
You are something great to deserve
To carry thy kins’ dream through
You have to give thyself nerve

What for your lovers rely
You cannot in a wink defy
And having all milk spilt
You can’t grudge, you can’t cry

This world is not for those
Who think it to be a bed of rose
This lets them die a slow death
Who ask for a recline, ask for a repose

Not to stop or bend low
You have to finish in one go
In such a fashion your task is to be done
Then shall say Divine, ‘I’m proud of my son.’

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OK so enough of preaching. Isn't it? But what to do bhai logo. Poets are supposed to be like that. So how is it?? Please write.