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Àŧùl Aug 2017
Provisional** it is still a genuine certificate,
Degree got officially completed today only,
Certificate though temporary, it is another feather in my hat.
The convocation ceremony will be held next year.

My HP Poem #1649
©Atul Kaushal
Love
I burnt in love of emotions
For years . . .
And recovered.
I offered my unemotional love
To my spouse.
Weeping aloud, my poor girl,
She ran to join an emotional school
To train herself and gain a certificate
To beat me!
2015-03-31
One Pusumane Sep 2014
CONFESSIONS OF A DROPOUT: DEAR EDUCATION
I am caught up in the ideal world where I breeze through the fast paced life
I look back and I see no one not even my own shadow
Life dumped me on a rainy day because I wanted to become of this generation
I was everything to pretend friends
Life seemed worth it with everything but you
The drugs, the cars, the money and the alcohol… ****! I even drank methanol
But when push came to shove I had to grow up
By then life had already given me deathly blows that were beyond me
Deathly blows that sent me to a dark pit, a dark pit were life ceases to exist
God himself knows that I am beyond saving grace since I am a different case
Truth be told I dug my own grave
Now I am a slave to this burning rage
I now believe I am going to rot in this cage
Poverty looked and me said when I grow up I want to be like that girl
Pain looked at me and shed tears….. Death visited me and renounced its existence
So dear education if you ever get this letter know that I send my sincere apologies
I wish I could have listened, I wish we could have been friends more
I now live a life of regret were I dream of having a ride on death’s train
I wish you could take me back but furthermore I pray that you lend me a dying wish
Dear education…… please do accept my apologies!

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