Archive for September 29th, 2007
Backbenchers
A TRIBUTE TO BACK-BENCHERS
No matter what the teacher asks
i’m always at my own task
i’m one of the back benchers
And always at my own ventures
The teacher has come and he has gone,
Lounging on the back bench i always yawn ,
My last bench is the best place to sleep ,
But when the exam comes i always weep ,
“Go and stand at the back !” the teacher shouts,
“your bad performance is just according to my doubts.”
At my sweet bench , come sweetest dreams,
But they soon end when the teacher screams ,
Looking at all this , sometimes i try to deem:
One day i will sit in front and become nation’s cream,
Still , after all i love this sorrowful trench,
As i am writing this poem on the same last bench !!!!!!
Sounds slightly amateurish, I know. But it hasn’t been written by an expert anyway. And more importantly it is relevant to most of us.
Miss you..
The cool breeze gently stroking your face.The tiny droplets of water splashing against you. The moments where you just forget about everything else. It’s just you and everything else is blocked out. The thrill is unparalleled. You feel like you could just do this forever. You forget about all your worries. These are your moments of freedom. You know you can go on here without worrying about anything. No one can touch you …….
You are just praying for the heavens to open up- Cause you end up thinking about nothing else…absolutely nothing. This is your stairway….
How I miss driving…. <<Just hope its not a permanent loss.>>
