You say I am bad
the otherwise at times
You say I need to do this
& I should refrain from certain things
You talk as if you are perfect
as if you rule my world
You see me thru this huge microscope
My zit feels like shit
Am I beautiful or am I ugly?
Am I kind or am I nasty?
Who are you to tell me
My friend /my foe??
I don’t care nothing
If you are one of them! So?
Give me a break
Rehash me not
I don’t need you
To keep this constant tab!
I Live my life
The way I want
My rules I make
And why not?
7 comments:
"My zit feels like shit" - very apt.
After all, the men of the world are the MEN OF THE WORLD.
Interesting poetry! And I thought MGIT polluted only the prose'ish minds...
hey Ravi,
I'm sorry.. I did not get your comment!!
I did not know MGIT selectively pollutes minds!!! :))
It’s interesting what MGIT does to people, and how it does it. First judging the orientation of its students towards literature, and accordingly affecting his/her mind.....I wish I could associate myself with such an intellectual machinery.
hw many times u felt dat u tried so lot many times to sustain it and feel dat it doesnt even matter now. u cried, yelled, scolded and feel dat it doesnt even matter now. u care, u curse and why?
What's MGIt? did i miss something? i loved the poem.
but yeh MGIT kya hai, yeh MGIT?
Hey Rambler!!
MGIT is Mahatma Gandhi Institue of Technology, My undergrad school!!
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