SUCH A WASTE OF OUR PRIME

Students poring over written matter,
trying to put their careers in a canter.
Burning the midnight oil,
struggling, grappling, a harsh toil.
Spending their parents hard earned money,
in pursuit of utopia and money.
Will this education jell,
in the face of harsh realities of life, I dwell.
How many today,
are doing what they set to do one day ?
Who is to blame for this disillusion ?
or was it just a lack of vision.
Are the students to blame,
or are the parents to be ashamed?
When the system is our bane,
one can do only but follow a lane.
And do what the crowd does,
or be left behind to twiddle your toes.
And then reflect later,
seething with anger.
But once the time is gone,
one can only mourn.
And hope for the best,
which could anyway have been a better bet.
What a waste of time,
when in ones prime.
When at our creative best,
we could put the world to test.
An opportunity gone by,
future life now trying to desperately tie.

~ Raj S ~
 

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