I'm in a boiling pot
Filled with studies and buddies
Burning up as I get hotter and hotter
The steam rises as my dreams fly's
I hope to get the coolness in the steam
Before I beam intoanother dream
Blasts!! The soup into porridge of
Distain
All over the walls of pain
Blood being shed and people being dread
How useless is this vessel filled with
Empty gas and mass
Nowhere to go but.... to be wiped by the cloth
Of boon or bane
The seeds have been planted, but the water
Has not been granted
Soon shall I follow the path to
Be a tree of bane than a history of fame
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Modern Poetry
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems ..talking about various topics : Work,Nature,Life,Humor.. You will be amazed by the poems penned in this book.All the credits go to my teachers who no doubt was there with me in compiling this book that took me a...
