Friday, 4 April 2014


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!

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem and the picture of upper lake! :)
    I'm from Bhopal and every time I see anything associated with it, I get attached to the post! :)
    Keep blogging!