MY_‘DAY’
I get up late now and then and late
ever late
Daddy always colloquial curses me, hate
hate
Smart mummy soothes me and makes food
Says ‘No to food’ and leave with resent
mood
Sometimes running, walking being thrift
Catching a suitable bus becomes a big feat
Isn’t crow’s happiness receiving a
piece of meat?
Now quenching for a window seat at the
best
Waiting, waiting at last find after
some rest
Searching for a jovial friend in and
around
Just for being busy in near spirited
surround
Learning, doing, chatting in mighty
college
Enthusiastic always in this adolescent
age
Lecturers, professors are very near at
hand
As and when doubt arises I rush to band
I enjoy studying in Gitam being a good
boy
Whilst moving among girl friends I be
coy
Whenever I be warned by any, shall be
toy
When I freed from them, isn’t jovial
joy.
Abhikya Venturi,
B.com,Hons (I year)