Blunt looks in the morning
Shrill thuds of nagging
You feel like uncared
My blood was just high red
I caught your deceitfulness
Gave you clashes of forgiveness
Still you aren’t changing
I wonder why you’re deteriorating
Scrupulous in her appearance
With brash laughs and impish glance
I whisper morals to you
Thinking I am too egotistical on you
Sleepy face on the table
Looking so bored, learning can’t be able
I screech on your puerile mien
Without asking why you look so drain
I get tired of your peevishness
Sick of your immatureness
Without extending my calmness
In embracing your imperfectness
Varied faces and different gist
Trying hard to grasp you mist
When will I learn to mold you?
And boost up the best of you
How to step on your clandestine expression
To provide bridge that will guide you
And to build walls of virtues for you
And be the good men of your generation
