SMOKE
Seniors, Batchmates......
I think
They are my foes
Propel me to write,
Write mail,
Mail mails,
And get Sick.
They score more,
They hit more
Suggest more
And then...
Tease the most
Search for the Job,
Job for the summers
Upcoming.
Keep applying,
They say,
They call it Internship
The only way to go
You know, I know,
Do more and more
Keep a Bamboo in
And then...
There is Luck
If You get lucked here...
You are going to be Fucked there.
I am frustrated with this.
Can I stop?
Do I have a right to stop?
Reason,
Got Net,
Spent a lot,
Money, Time.
Not a single yes.
Yet I have to move
Further
Till Someone stops me.
Ofc, To Blame.
I have one.