Poetry
Test of Our Times!
A sip of black Brazilian delight goes straight to my brain
As I dragged my pen towards the paper with such pain,
It’s been some time since I chose ink instead of screen
It reminds me of those days and struggles to go green.
All efforts to aim to move to another grade or skip two
A mad house it was, sometimes looked like a wild zoo
Now I wonder whether my old school was old school!
I find myself questioning, was it real, or was I a fool?
Every few months, they tested us hard to decipher
Whether we have learned enough to crack a cypher
A constant struggle to top the top was hard enough
Believe me! That path shown by elders was so tough
Fight to stay afloat and compete with rest – no rest!
My young shoulders like others were left with no zest.
Now I wonder whether my old school was old school!
Today, I wonder if it was real or if I was made a big fool.
Those days of discipline and that chip on our shoulders
Marked the era that sometimes tortures like boulders
The pressure was hard; so were the childhood dreams
To please others more made our heart and soul scream
The focus was more on a life that is practical and good
Made our wishes flying horses; that thought so lame!
Now I wonder whether my old school was old school!
Today, I wonder if it was real or if I was made a big fool.
As I pen down my thoughts on a wooden barn table
In my life, I call myself financially sound and stable
The café that I sit in and enjoy the dose of caffeine,
Able to pay my bills and enjoy my frequent dine-ins
Maybe the luxuries are the result of the struggle I did,
But the pressure takes its toll on us; that’s so well-hid
It makes me wonder if my old school was old school!
And I wonder if it was real or if I was made a big fool.
Today I get scared, whether I am passing the same baton
Trying to deconstruct and reconstruct my very own prodigy
What if the little me ends up following me doing just the same
Ending up in future, regretting the school of thought as lame,
Drinking this same black dose of energy to thrive and survive
Find no way out of this vicious circle of building that self-drive
Oh! How it scares me if his old school will be my old school!
As I do not want to wonder if its real or if we are still a big fool.