A shot at the remote spot, Humans in numbers dot, Early hour job, irregular trains, Time in travel lost in refrain, My intellect wanted ground, University valid, in city found, Charming intellectual crease was learning, In effort would grease my intellect doping, But the place was slow and remote, No internet learning to promote, Talking on phone, filling of forms, University had number of norms, A long winding que swayed, Every critter of my mind. Job, home and commutation, Felled ambitious move for admission, Learning slumped into a back-drift, The mind made a backshift.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
