Boredom, why do you continuously haunt thee?
Why do you make your presence only to me?
My patience has reached the end of my tether
And it ain't made me any wiser.
Papers after papers i sit and surf
With only gloom & angst to turf..
Luck , have i grown so ugly
That you cant show thy face to me.?
Where art thee?
I am keenly awaiting your presence to aid me
Take me out of this dilemma.
Before it becomes a tragic drama.
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3 comments:
nice ode... very nice infact...
well i know a lot abt boredom n u wud agree to tht... and theres a famous saying abt luck... wen u consider urself as lucky, then u always have luck.
basically there aint any luck around. its jus ones own perspective :) but once u believe tht ur the lucky one then always luck is by ur side...:)
hope u have found the luck u were surfing for...:)
ya.. i wrote it in the lab out of pure frust and boredom. actually.. the papers that guy asked me to look for couldn find them online.. later on he himself helped me out with it.. :)
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