Today I sit thinking what I shall do,
Staring at the walls and the boards alike,
Puzzled completely in my mind.
O God! I make a question why?
Is it that you maketh us things we do not like,
That too to the extent of sheer dislike,
I ask myself why;
At the same time wasting money makes me cry;
But now I may ask thou ,
Why can a man not do what job he likes and ,
Live a happy life.
Mayank Sharma ,
The first ever poem.
Written on February the 23rd , 2011 in a physics lecture at Manipal institute of technology.
End of the poem
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- The Undeniable Pressure of Existence by Patricia Fargnoli
- Darkness And Light by John Oxenham
- Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- Shakespeare by Vachel Lindsay
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- The Night Dances by Sylvia Plath
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