Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Unmarked wounds...

We shouted and shouted loud but nobody listened,
they kept blabbering but we with utter composure, attended,
but behind their backs when we conspired,
they kept thinking they were the kings and we the surrendered.

We ran and we ran fast but our hands nobody held.
Some of us trembled and hit a sudden halt,
the rest never stopped to look behind through the broken links;
but they kept blabbering, adding to the unmarked wounds some more salt.

We talked very little but as we did, every time we talked work;
never knew each other`s life, knowing oneself was out of the static.
confusions aroused and were solved right away within the community,
but they never stopped considering themselves as the most dynamic.

We played but every time we played to win;
stepping on each others` heads, aimed for the uncommon goals;
Directing us to the right heads, smash them,
they indeed succeeded proving us to be their soles.

We ate and we ate worse than a beggar,
strayed here and there, didn`t have anyone to ask for from;
while we ate the inedible, the gross,
with the acknowledgements, they toured from London to Paris to Rome.

We slept some nights but we slept like a kitten;
Papers over the face, books over the chest made breathing difficult,
read forty pages in a night`s time for a test the next day
and still they announced from each direction ‘Irregular study is your fault’.

We showed our faced 14 times of the 20 and they made us public,
transferred the entire lifestyle to the old people back home,
threw us at places, taking out sheer pleasure out of the act
as if from a bunny-sack, we were the pieces of foam.

‘You have indecent behavior’ they crowed for the full four years
One way or the other, never missed a chance to screw up our lives,
but the day we managed to create our own financial support,
the shameless creatures were the first in the ‘feel proud’ row.

All these years, we kept shouting but nobody listened,
they kept blabbering but we with utter composure, attended.
‘Swallow and vomit’ was the only lesson they ever taught,
And still they call themselves with dignity ‘The Heads of Departments’.

1 comment:

  1. I do hope none of the HOD's have you on their blog roll .... :P . Nice one. Frustration nikalne ka achha tarika hai...

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