A fire once lit.
Entering the age when I understood,
that life is sick.
Childhood's lovely.
If I would retrieve the lost child in me,
Only upon wounds I would grieve.
Lots of careers and ambitions.
This is my life!
not one of those fictions.
Formulas and p.h values.
I wonder why people select science stream?
Is it the money that makes them amuse!?
Little does the teacher know.
The textbook problems I solve,
They really are my problems.
Therefore I end,
In confusion.
For all we can hope,
let the future talk.
Written by the engineer of words- Rahul Kulkarni
In confusion.
For all we can hope,
let the future talk.
Written by the engineer of words- Rahul Kulkarni
Cool wrk bro :D
ReplyDeleten follow your heart and not what others day :)
its ur life n ur ambition :D
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ReplyDeleteShri bro is right rahul.
ReplyDeletebtw nice poem!
@Pooja: I didnt remove any post of yours and it is coming THIS POST HAS BEEN REMOVED BY THE AUTHOR.. I didnt :P and thanks
ReplyDeleteHehe :p I deleted it re ;)
ReplyDeletewhy? what did you rite?
ReplyDeleteInstead of RIGHT I posted WRITE :P
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