Wake Up Sid-S Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Sid was a student of, St. Francis convent;
Paying exorbitant fees,
His wealthy father obtained his admission,
Paying fat donation, out of turn with no merit.

On his father’s wallet laughing the life,
Regular in late coming to the class but unfazed,
When asked a question, confused and puzzled;
All felt sad for this predicament and strife.

Rishi wanted to be a professor,
Neha manager, Tanya scientist;
Debby photographer and Ayesha journalist;
But Sid has no aim but always aggressor.

But life is very tough and not a dream,
Very dark and mysterious as pundits say,
Dreams cannot foretell a pleasant day,
Little rain cannot make spring gleam.

Rishi become professor, Neha manager;
Tanya scientist; and Ayesha journalist;
Debby photographer and enjoyed life pleasant;
Sid remains a wild, aimless poser.

Sid became a parasite in Ayesha household,
Became a burden and no tide,
He drops here and there and no ride,
All wanted to see him out of door and fold.

All the mates got what they wanted except Sid,
Who used to enjoy life on his dad’s fat wallet,
All the time life has clouds of fall and lament,
Washroom showers cannot make roses red.

Sid wept and wept alone seeing all,
As he used to when he was an infant,
Only face of his mother, made his life lit,
To stand, unconquered, though he fell.