Yuk!
Nobody is gonna be there for me…
Everybody is gonna mind their own work at some point of time.
I may be in the hearts of a few…
But for others I am an old pew.
Nobody is gonna see my face,
It’ll happen without any ‘if in case’.
I already lost a dear one with the entire chase…
My words didn’t pave her mother’s ace,
I fell for gravity dram created by the vicissitudes of fate.
And I acted without any grace!
The other girl gave me a place…
This moved me with a tied lace,
The space she gave me at her place,
Embraced me, but it was a brace.
Few of my pals moved to United States,
Few people belonged to the work phase,
They’ll not look at me with a smiling face,
They’ll all move on with a certain pace,
Since, I am not worth for any race.
In college the subjects were piling all the days,
Arrears went piling up in pace,
I tried clearing them at once,
But the effort was rickety instead.
Generation, situation, separation, maculation Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Calculation, dissipation, Derivation, Devastation resulted in vacillation Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
There was no race there was no grace, I thought somebody would brace,
Instead she, in a quite pace erased with an ace.
In the mace of beautiful flower vase, And at a particular phase I saw a phrase which clearly stated that I was really waste!
Nobody is gonna be there for me in few days…