In a big city lived a small boy,
with shabby hair and weird beard,
who couldn't relate to his classmates,
and abhorred the complete existence of education,
he didn't believe in an institution called college,
his thinking was different from other souls around,
malls,theaters and fancy restaurants didn't excite him,
music was life for him,
the sound of guitars drove him wild,
but the bad sound of graduation results,
left scars which needed to be healed,
so he left his passion,
drowned in his educational books,
and became another victim of the great middle class,
he became mentally prepared,
for becoming another factory manufactured product,
another means of livelihood,
another product available for mass consumption,
and another money making machine,
and life goes on.....
its a nice thought yaar
ReplyDeleteevery1 can relate with it
probably you wrote this for yourself but somewhere down the line i can also relate myself with the boy in this poem
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ReplyDeletesound of guitars drove him wild
ReplyDeletebut the bad sound of graduation results
bleak his passion,fighting books he died
a new man was born that day
saying his alive, but for the truth
was buried under the corporate lies
money made him dance, money made him fight
no fault of his, he was a corporate slut now
24x7 money and work he desired
he still loves his guitar,still loves its sound
but in reality, in his player
while driving car, hez really alive:)!!!..lolz..lame....
gr8 stuff..loved it...i'm still at the bad graduation result level..yet to leave ma passion:)...osm..i can really relate to it!!!
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ReplyDeletenice blog... for music lovers..great work.
ReplyDeleteWork from home
heh...
ReplyDeletegood to see you still writing, bro.
You still got it!