Engineering Spur

When I’m in for Engineering class schedules at college,

My mind vanishes off for being inside something STRANGE.

Is this what we commonly termed as LECTURES?

I’m walking around the corners of this disguising path,

Where there is a hopeful TARGET for my parent’s sake is inside me.

There isn’t much effort required for its completion,

But the extra HARD besides WORK, transforms it into a detestable state.

It’s still unknown for me about my absence in a delightful world,

That includes streams of personal concerns and interests.

                   Thanks,
                    Rahul

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Genial Ramble

I wish to fly like a bird,

So that no one could control me.

It does not matter, where I go,

Or where am I right now.

Freedom is a histrionic path,

Where the way I’m going to fly is an exuberant ledge.

I may have to travel along with the boisterous schedules,

Face the unfamiliar challenges of slicks,

Meet strange events of manifold characters,

Mix up with the ever rending climatic conditions.

But the only HOPE in front of me is the  glittering TARGET,

Which I have to achieve through this journey,

And the blessings of almighty for a safer perambulation.

                         Thanks,
                          Rahul