|Upper Lake, Bhopal|
I lie in my bed, thinking about my crest
The crest seemed too high, now I am just carrying on with my life
After sinking to a new low, I found on my face a big-big blow
The renaissance is well past over me, now what do I do to get free?
This poem is not my cup of tea, but I still write it to impress all of you thee!
I should bunk my head under a pillow
But who would then hone my willow?
I have to study, my exams are nearby
So I bid all of you a hearty goodbye!