Pardon me for this. Today I'll stray away from the 'Engineering' or 'NIT' theme. 'Tis because I long to get out of my system a built up frustratiom, only recently kindled...
I was helpless as it transfigured and took a poetic manifestation...to a somewhat healing effect.
Here I go:
Feigning isn't my my middle Name,
Though many a Judge cite the Same.
Play do I, with brimming Morn...
Never to cripple hearts per thorn.
Chum in Need, or forlorn
Pay me Heed, strip Gyves atorn.
For whence the throng owe not one stick,
And none stop by for but a shady glance...
Hail thou name of Lord Almighty!
Gabriel to thee, Be O Yours truly!
'All is Play', Comes from his Toungue
Then Curtains fall, and heal whose lungs?
Whisper not I, lest I miss!
The song of bells, the Wind's sweet hiss...
'Hope' a Friend, True and Lame,
Sets a Current hard to tame
Gone have I, many miles afar
Never This Lonely, through roads and tar.
- Yours Truly
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