Letters To Life

Was it true or was it fake I heard you singing by the lake The sun sinking with a reddish hue Made the lake look red and you too The notes of your dirge floating in the air like the dust that rises after a fair All birds and bees closing their day To listen to the melodies, had to stay You made everything blissful around With the enthralling power of sound Now I loiter around the lake for long Just to catch a word of the sweet song

by Rahul Sitting pretty in Guha's class and listening about tin and brass an abberant thought went through my head "why do we want good grade?" I pondered over it for a while then the answer struck me with a smile Good grades would mean nice job you'll stand away from the common mob good job is nothing but a healthy pay sun would shine for you to make hay Money makes your life's merry go round all comforts and luxeries truly profound But the next moment i went too far Is that what we are living for? Great people left all luxeries of life Always lived like a soldier's wife I too want to be one great I will never strive for good grade! Powered by eSnips.com