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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!