Make sure it was not in vain
Pain
Tears
Hope
And desperation
An emotional piece of rag
That's what I've become
Tears splash down on my books
I smear my neatly written
physics notes
Down on my table
I put my head slowly
I hear those little voices
"You can do better", they say
"But how do I get
myself out of this mess?" I ask
The voices don't answer back
Screaming inside
I let out a meek little sigh
Again,
trying to swim against
the rough sea of agony,
my voice seething in anger,
I call,
"Care to answer back?"
Then oh,
I see my carefree,
careless self
look at me in wonder.
She calls out teasingly
"Is this really you?
My girl has become serious"
Breaking the restraint,
my lips twitch
revealing that little smile
dancing on my lips.
You see,
I do love this life of mine;
a bittersweet delight
Dreams,
little rays of hope,
tearstained pages
of those
tiresome physics problems
call me
to make sure
all of it
was not in vain
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