of university schedules
subject loads, the rush to the room,
the rainy exits,
the crams for the finals,
horrors of the night recitations,
it was more of a nightmare
the professors only talk to themselves,
there was no eye contact possible
the people there are indifferent
the grouping rests only on their own class,
i was isolated
lonely and drunk
to my own poetry and the quest
for the best
literature
they keep rushing back at me
these university woes
perhaps i need another round of
lying down with freud and
jung.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem