AM I LOST????

In the dark and gloomy corridor,
Away from the bright and glossy pave,
I live a life that is all dull and bore,
Probably, none can be the save.

Through the road that always leads,
To the same college gate,
Wading through, it bleeds,
Enduring the sun’s scorching hate.

From crassly classes and lugubrious labs,
To noisome assignments and sundry tests,
From that inimical senior who only jabs,
To the ultra magnified ‘national level fests’

With societies that are truly despicable,
Preaching hierarchy in a hideous way,
The submissive being more talented and amicable,
Than the inebriated and inflicting lay.

I am in such a mesh,
Disrupted from autumn to frost,
It grabs my mind and flesh,
Perhaps, I am lost……….

-----SHAIJAL TRIPATHI