I was fully decked up, neatly combed my hair,
I was looking a witty nerd, with all my docs glow
fair.
I was bit tensed inside, my heart leaped every
beat,
I was memorising some tips, how to treat the greet.
Before me were ten more, sitting straight like
saints,
All were looking so tensed up, tightening collars
and dents.
Butterflies flied inside, my heart went folded
small,
I felt like weak and childish, despite so strong
and tall.
The clock looked like a spider, trying to cob my
brain,
The silence appeared more sound, boredom full of
pain.
I could become a writer, could write and read whole
life,
But my dad financed for his dreams, and the desires
of his wife.
They wanted me to be an ‘idiot’, so put me in some
exams,
Then let me go to college, so that an Engineer I
become.
And I got the pass-marks, titled too with B.Tech,
My ‘passion’ scolds me daily, as ‘she’ knows it’s
full fake!
To let ‘her’ know I love her, I steal my time from
bedtime,
If dad somehow would come to know, would surely
acknowledge it a ‘crime’!
He must enjoy his retirement, and repose and relax
a settled life,
This is the time he can do anything, apart from
poking me, planning rife.
Suddenly entered another nerd, in haste and pushed
the door in,
A thick specs, oiled hair, and white shirt matched
perfect with his broad grin.
He threw and hooked a narrow look, as if I came
from direct jail,
He acted so confident that he would make it and
we’d fail.
I felt so boring with those craps; I don’t know
what I was waiting for!
I wanted to cheer up for an F1 race, and run off
from this torture.
I wished to see a sports match, rather than sitting
there,
I wished to hang out with friends, but who would at
all care?
I still cared the ‘Beauty’, cross-legged on her
chair,
I couldn’t take my eyes off her and her bouncy
hair.
I dreamt of dancing at party, holding her thin slim
waist,
She looked a gorgeous beauty, adorably superbly
dressed.
Why I didn’t know was waiting, for this bloody damn
interview call!
Instead I could date the woman, in front of Niagara
Falls.
She called each name of candidates, directed to
move to hall,
I desired to take her for dinner, and hating these
happening all.
Suddenly my name was triggered, her rosy lips
infused,
I stood up firm and numb too, tensions overdue.
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