THESE DAYS

Days spent in serious thought, Am I studying or going what? Trying to decide what to revise, When there is straining in my eyes. Sitting with a pile of books, Not caring about my beauty and looks. Tangled thoughts in my brain, Blood rushing through every vein. Trying to do what is left over, No... Continue Reading →

MY UNCLEAR BOOKS

Have a look At this book It makes me cry It's worth a fry Some of my friends love it And for some it is just a fun kit It haunts me in my dreams And even when I make ice-creams It threw me into a state of depression Soon I need a counselling session... Continue Reading →

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