THEM RULES

What feels like a cakewalk,

Is not what we thought,

We want to feel the Bliss,

All they do is Squish.

They want the best from us,

And squeeze us with a push,

It makes us all weak,

And Oh! so Bleak.

Rules they say, are for good,

That will make our lives cool,

They don't get the fact,

That they are making themselves a big Fool.

All demotivated

With all the Rules just promoted,

Makes me wanna Throw up,

When they are announced one by one.

Life is to live freely,

And to enjoy every moment happily,

Not to make it miserable,

What they say is unavoidable.

We are their Children they say,

Is that how you treat Them, If I may,

Ask them how it works,

They simply say, It Does.

We request you to alter the rules,

To something that might kick out the Blues,

For, we are a group of Fellows,

Ready, To not to Follow.

                                           POEM BY

A. VISHWAPRIYA