Thanks Zaf!!

Here we go again after a brief break....this was written sometime ago, sometime when i used to sit all over the class before i found one place with the glue holding me to my fixed seat ;)

This was next to Adi in an exceptionally boring well not so surprising it was boring though coz it had Alok Gupta and OP in class, i wrote this what i would call bull-shit poem with no aim whatsoever with that KG kid rhyme scheme of abab :D

As I sit here, dreaming and drooling upon Logic,

My mind pulls me to focus away from my stereotypical magic.

Mess up says the mind, with this piece especially

Conscience says you must treat every poem specially.

As my mind plays football in a totally different field,

I gaze at the pigeons who their beaks wield.

Come on! Get a theme says my intellect,

Come on! Take some notes says my heart.

There are better ways to use it,

But common sense says select,

The heart still goes out for Notes!

Just like the horse relentlessly pulling the cart.

Marks sadly are the scale of measurement,

In this system where nothing else matters but marks

Can I change it, I scream to myself, because no one else would hear.

Everyone is busy, ignoring a mind battling close and near.

The Trumpet was sounded and conches were blown

As Intellect and Heart prepare for a war in town

Town being the body that houses this heavenly soul,

Get back to the theme screams the inbuilt earthly soul.

As I fiddle around looking for the theme,

Themes galore in this world are,

Fire, Water, Space, Earth and Air

All of them most broached upon,

Poisoning, Betrayal, Treachery, Heresy

Themes that may not be the favourite for all

Themes galore in this world are,

Yet there are none that could be broached upon

At this point of time I doubt myself

Sorry, No Witches, Wizards and House Elf

You can call me stupid for doubting my genius

I would just reply with three letter word Yes

Brains and Creativity are God’s Gifts

Let Me Use them for the next Gift

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        Thinking of a Theme

Srini :)