Mock Epic: The Odyssey Of The Thesis Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Lamp, eternal sentinel of midnight,
Of Scholars braving the perilous seas of research,
Who wrestle mountains of books and endless citations,
And sail the storm-tossed waters of their own minds.
Behold the Hero, slouched before the glowing screen,
Pen—or keyboard—poised like sword and shield.
The Thesis looms, a leviathan vast and fearsome,
Pages stretching like the endless horizon,
Figures and footnotes rising as waves,
While the Bibliography waits, a siren's trap of order.
He charts his course through forests of journals,
Navigates rivers of quotes, cites, and paraphrase.
Each paragraph a conquered isle, each argument a fortress,
Yet the Monster of Procrastination stalks unseen,
Whispering temptations: social media, snacks, sleep.
Even Time falters, mocking the weary navigator,
Its relentless tide eroding courage and hope alike.
The Advisor appears, a sphinx-like guide,
Offering riddles in comments, cryptic but divine:
"Develop this more, " "Clarify your claim, "
"Check your references, lest chaos reign."
The Hero groans, yet marches ever onward,
For surrender is unknown in the halls of learning.
At last, the final page trembles beneath his hand,
The Conclusion rises, triumphant and proud,
And the Thesis, complete, submits to the realm of Print,
Like a conquered monster finally tamed.
So ends the epic journey, heroic and absurd,
Where victory is measured in footnotes and words,
And every Scholar who braves this labyrinthine quest
Is immortalized in the annals of caffeine, late nights,
And the sacred triumph of a finished Thesis.