The common Indians, famous for visions,
But actually infamous for their laziness.
Me included.
We need to rise above such lucid dreaming,
Then we will observe our world improving.
Yes, surely.
And we won't feel the need to study elsewhere.

The Indians who move out are necessarily required,
To do petty cleaning or similar petty jobs,
Your ego is too big for that.
As much I have known you, you can't handle it,
And I believe that I have known you the best,
Your traits are all known to me.
And that is why I keep on advising you, often needlessly.

I know why you are upset and hopeless regarding me,
Because I have always tried to be your parent,
I tried to be your gaurdian angel.
But you have killed the love inside you by yourself,
I don't fear my own eternal loneliness as much,
As much I fear your eventual failure.
And your probable self-destructive nature at that time.

The day has come
Can you hear the sound of the drum?
One of us has left us all, tragically
In a way we see becoming more classically

You may have known him or heard his name
Teachers had his name on a wall, in a frame
He was all about jokes
So this sudden event seems like a hoax

Barely out of this somewhat cruel adolescent world
He has become Peter Pan, off to Netherworld

On days like these it
makes sense to lose the common
sense of mine by you.