engineer

Unknowing Escapists

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unknowing Escapists 

 

 

 

Death, ..not proud—So sleep!

...dreaming of thy softer skin

—Thee—objectified!








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited on 07.19.2019, 07.18.2019, 07.17.2019 (On clarifications, disambiguation, misspelled/mistyped words, grammatical/semantical errors):  Upon reviewing my notes/comments, I could not help but notice something that I had to revise.  I have edited that something in my Author's Notes/Comments, for some time, yet I had not been able to update and indicate those in the former reedition (I may have forgotten it).  Some of my previous grammatical/semantical errors were corrected/edited; but that had also lent itself to being still erroneous after I had found out about the others/another, consequently.  Those were the scruples which I had, i.e., in noticing/not noticing/ignoring an unedited/missed part, i.e., of a sentence (that was erroneous & that which was consequently omitted.)

 

The idea behind this practice poem is certainly not an allusion to John Donne's famous line or to his poem, although it sounded like it—in fact, it was sort of in my head before this was done (I do not know about his poetics until later on, after doing this).  But the usage might easily denote such notions or concepts which you might have in mind already (a correlative or a relation/association to this).  The phrase first came to mind while I was in my first few steps of composing something (which I wanted to pull off in the creation process alone & not necessarily done while visualizing my supposed ends).  That might/could be dangerous if it was Magic.  I did not know what had prompted me.  It does not necessarily end up as I supposed to have wanted it to come off (in that it was not my endpoint, to think about it).  My orientation is/was not in that specified way, as for most poetic styles &/or semblances with each poems that are rather perceptual (aside from being already conceptual).  Generally.  It is a moot point to take note of the circularity of such philosophical arguments (e.g., especially at this time) which I could have done with the rest of my haiku adaptations during the last.  I kept on feeling awkward at using haikus in the first place, or for taking on the minimalistic Japanese approaches/styles (& the use of blank spaces), just to go about such particular pieces of "literary work".  I especially connote my written English aside from my own thoughts about the subjects (&/or objects) that comprise the 'denotata'/'designata' at the moment.  Besides, if you might want to really know about my objectives, you may outright realize that these would be my test pieces or guides for mapping out my whole understanding of Language.  I just hope that this note's real message (real intention) comes across and becomes well received in conjuction with the poem's explanation/history/reason/etc. as in the other author's notes/comments that went before this.

Life of an Indian student.

A smart boy he is they said,
Engineering is what they put in my head;
I always thought before i went to bed,
Should i follow the path they led?

But i’m Indian, i had no choice,
Went to college like the other boys;
I had sacrificed all my joys,
Education to me was a noise.

That’s when I met this friend,
A girl so kind, she was a godsend;
Thats when i thought my misery would end,
I was happy, hoped it’d never end.

But life never works the way we plan,
Thats the worst part of being a man;
Her friends hated me and my misery began,
And I felt as colourless as a furfuran.

In all my subjects i started to fail,
And my backlogs started to tail;
From these bindings I wanted to bail,
But i am an Indian and cannot vail.

Respect from the society I lost,
My image as a man began to frost;
I’m trying my best to accost,
But in India, you have to pay the cost.

The only thing i have now is Love,
She is the only one who sees above
All my failures and disrespect people shove;
She knows someday i’d hove.

I pray our children would never face,
The fear of losing this mighty race,
I hope they get to tread in their own pace,
But I’m an Indian and thats not the case.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the story of my life. Disrespected by society just because i did not clear my subjects in engineering. This has to change.

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