A Letter

It's late at midnight

I'm writing a letter

solitude is my refuge

and I write to my father

  this letter I'm writing

  to clear some of your notions

  I'm a poet by taste

 so, I'll write with rhymic dispositions

I write to tell you

that I've come of an age

winds here blow as free

yet I live in a cage...

     my friends are asleep

     some of them are snoring

     I had to write at midnight

    coz my solitude keeps the sun ignoring

I've made friends

some of whom fake relations

o! yes, I have many friends

but I failed to get companions

      vainglorious are people here

      vaingloriousness leaves them scared

      I study in a college

      and no one teaches-"ego makes war"

oh! I forgot to ask

everything fine? how are you all?

hope this letter finds you in a good mood

because happy here I am not at all...

    all the time they ring you

    and say I'm worst in my college

    all I want to tell you

    my education has nothing to do with my knowledge...

of computers and big machines,

they teach us languages.

language of humanity is being forgotten

from ages to ages

     it's not my fault

     that I fail in exams

     I do read books

     but they aren't my subjects.damn!

this letter was a bit of creativity

you don't need to worry

someday I'll learn the language of machines

someday even I too will have my degree

   we've been taught to say goodnight

   even if it is not so

   I'll post this letter soon

   but now I need to go..