Submissions by Aneo

The pen writo meter,
Moves like disco dancer.
Where Rs.20 is the cost,
Then also people use it most.
It’s capacity is 10000 meter,
Which folds the mind like a guitar.
It has a bright attractive color,
Like a lady coming from parlor.
It gives a clear writing & beauty,
Which turns my mind; full of purity.
Hope this pen will fail never,
And will be my best friend forever.

The subject Biology,
Disturb my mentality.
Where lots of practical,
Make me critical.
Living & non-living are the matter,
Notes are difficult to be gathered.
When the Exam is on head,
It’s time to be mad.
As the paper is going,
Thinking; in previous what was I doing.
For the result - I went like a hero,
But in the life I became a zero.
Here is a question,
To the Minister of education.
Biology … Biology …
Why it make me so crazy..??

If I have nothing,
I have the wings of imagination.
Moreover that I have a heart,
Where emotions are travelling to and fro.
And where sadness is sitting,
In the arm chair like a guest.
Along with the sadness,
I have many duties to perform.
Taking all the struggles in my shoulder,
Now I turned like a boulder.
I’m also a hungry man,
Hungry for running the pens…
All the soberness are my own sadness.
Believe & betray; Love & hate,
Creation & Destruction…
Are trapping me constantly.
In this disgusting world;
I pendown...