good morning world is how i start..
they laugh immediately on another retard..
my eyes have twinkle, soul without a scar..
a freshly built body ...and a newly beating heart,

i started the school , thought i was mr cool..
neither aware nor known to, mr rulers hidden rules..
it was only obvious that i was taken to sire to stand up on the stool
for the my fair lady, then on...i was merely a mule

the college was built on the same bricks too...
you were either the cynosure , or everyone's pick a boo..
the desires to build a little world of love and pals..
a vague distant dream , a silly requiem , which eventually flew,

profession was the name of life i was told ...
you build a carrier and go with destiny's flow...
Cinderalla would be awaiting you at the office floor ,
go and bring her home , with a lion's roar..
i thought the witch of Portebello has finally grown old ,
only to be reminded that life also has some hidden folds,


work job task and life...
mother , father siblings and wife...
crippled yet dragging it everyday silently with your core's strife...
fought, lost and left to rotten , is that my only possible demise,

they say this always was humanity's nature...
don't draw conclusions ...just behold .
many a moons have passed, since conscience was sold ..
all that is left now is just freezing cold ...

"..like.."