You enter the campus,
With full of zest,
Ready to face the test,
Far away from home nest.
You start thinking,
You start planning,
What am I to become?
Am I the only one to become? .
You hardly utter the above,
And you already start to bow,
To the happenings,
And partly earnings.
You are attracted to colours,
The boyish and girly flavours.
You ask for one and
You try more than hundred one.
You see few with lust,
And badly say I must.
Yes! You begin to sink,
Even before you wink.
You are surely not satisfied,
With one or with the other ones.
And make attempts and fail,
Still you continue to sail.
You come across many,
Few you taste,
Few taste you,
Later a test for that taste.
You feel heavenly,
Not a moment lonely,
As you always get one,
So as to the other one.
You pleasurably pass a year,
Fortunately every year.
Every day a new thought,
Every week a new prey.
Your taste becomes tasteless,
Body and mind senseless,
No emotions, no feelings,
Not even you the you.
This is what you become! !
You come alone on your own,
And don't even take your own.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 11/08/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Appealing to the perpetual young students . A nice poem