Lighting a golden hue,
Sky caresses the clouds
Filling the spaces of blue..
The time machines hitting a pause
Waiting on the ides of July
Minds getting boggled,
As millions of formule fly..
The monsters though, are up and awake
Shouting slogans of-"we'll whip you, and we'll tame"..
Reflecting on these ticks of clock,we shiver and ponder,
Discounting on the marks and trying to minimize the Maim..
Alas!
The journey has begun
With gifts ready,perfectly wrapped with sorrow,
The plot lays plotted, the trap seems layed
Bleak seem our chances, more than just narrow..
Tread along now,I will, on this boulevard of knifey edges
Armoured with just a hapless soul, in utter problems of spate
Trying to fight against those distress' raised
Just hoping for a "stale draw" and not a "Check Mate"..
Powered by the Exam fever,and, Driven by my inability to slog...
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lazy that im to prepare for an interview hehehe :D
good one
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