Getting up early from the bed, Even we are depressed. The work we do is nothing but a curse, Things going through mind but no one to converse.
The thing is that, we give up When someone ask us "wassup", That truly pierce the heart, Just like a dart
The career welcomed in life, And my brain divided into five. Each subject sucks daily, Make us to count days of exam in tally.
The taunt from parents cut us into half, But in front of others we laugh. Willing to give up on dreams pop in, But the hidden hope in taunt poke like pin.
The like is going on in flaunt, Still we are in daunt. The future pages of life is already torn, But still life goes on & on & on...........