#2023 - Hello Poetry

On December 23, 2023, I was pursuing my job, As a Probationary Officer, At the State Bank of India. My colleagues and parents gathered, It was very nice; what should I say? For a vegetarian's delight showered, They had gathered together that day. In Panchkula, it was the F.T.P.—2, or Foundational Training Program 2, All the probationers were there, Where, in SBILD, Panchkula. Celebrated my birthday a bit late, For I reached there on a later day, Not that my arrival was delayed, Que sera sera, just systemic delay. 'Twas memorable, Many colleagues. We broke the ice, I made no couple. I reached the age of 33 years that day, Like this time I'll complete 34 years, But I miss being a child, or a kid, Those birthdays were special. On my 33rd birth anniversary, I felt more than a year younger. Finally a successful professional, And obviously an eligible bachelor. Still unmarried, now as a choice, I don't find a compatible voice, Those judge me by my past, My successes matter not. Men Going Their Own Way, MGTOW seems a good idea, The only viable option for me, Isn't that the only one for me? All I have with me, Are just memories, Some are besotten, Others a' forgotten. They consider me depressed, Maybe I'm just depressed, But I lack any real friend, Lacking any inspiration. I may have achieved success, Academic and professional, Like Granger & McGonagall, Scripted through dedication. Coming out of the shadows, Like the full moon out there, My parents be proud of me, Getting married isn't crucial.

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Nov 4, 2024

Nov 4, 2024 at 11:52 AM UTC

Atul

My Birthday of December 23, 2023

On December 23, 2023, I was pursuing my job, As a Probationary Officer, At the State Bank of India. My colleagues and parents gathered, It was very nice; what should I say? For a vegetarian's delight showered, They had gathered together that day. In Panchkula, it was the F.T.P.—2, or Foundational Training Program 2, All the probationers were there, Where, in SBILD, Panchkula. Celebrated my birthday a bit late, For I reached there on a later day, Not that my arrival was delayed, Que sera sera, just systemic delay. 'Twas memorable, Many colleagues. We broke the ice, I made no couple. I reached the age of 33 years that day, Like this time I'll complete 34 years, But I miss being a child, or a kid, Those birthdays were special. On my 33rd birth anniversary, I felt more than a year younger. Finally a successful professional, And obviously an eligible bachelor. Still unmarried, now as a choice, I don't find a compatible voice, Those judge me by my past, My successes matter not. Men Going Their Own Way, MGTOW seems a good idea, The only viable option for me, Isn't that the only one for me? All I have with me, Are just memories, Some are besotten, Others a' forgotten. They consider me depressed, Maybe I'm just depressed, But I lack any real friend, Lacking any inspiration. I may have achieved success, Academic and professional, Like Granger & McGonagall, Scripted through dedication. Coming out of the shadows, Like the full moon out there, My parents be proud of me, Getting married isn't crucial.