A University4 mins 269 4 mins 269
My friend, dear Stefan, had gone you know
To a university that's good for show.
This mate of mine tells me his fable
Of what once looked right hospitable
But it turned out to be his worst nightmare
Oh! How “fair is foul, foul is fair”.
The first, he says, the rule that apply
Fashions humorous faces turn to wry
Is entailing ids to cross the wall
Built of iron barriers that stand so tall.
In case you let slip carrying it
You have to combat guard's breeding wit
Who then sends you back and waves goodbye
How you wish, like all men, may soon he die!
The professors, they say don't come in late
Fifteen minutes and shut the gate!
Just to make things worse they introduced
Mighty attendance which is never reduced.
Here seventy-five percent sounds abstruse
While death, in fact, is no excuse.
Less than this they 'debar' you
Pay thousand rupees and an exam due.
But, he claims, most savage scene
Is when lecture's on and you intervene.
All of a sudden, the world turns gray
As you become Cerberus’s prey.
Away you go through thick and thin
To a room where dean counts your sin
Now the only way to salvation
And acquire a state of rejuvenation
Is to sit quiet in the front
Neither a gruff noise nor a grunt
Then you shall get away with suspension
Despite every odd and dissension
And create nuisance all over again
Until there's none to refrain.
Such gigantic campus yet a captive
You are dazed but oh, so active!
What amuses me is this dreadful cliché
Look every nook, choose any niche
Adding pointless subjects like fatal disease
These extras never cease to decrease.
Who on earth teaches ten hours a day?
From eight to six by clock they say.
Summer projects lased down by law
Are induced as if raven's claw
They take all night, these research reports
'No, redo it’, - supervisor retorts.
Such hell they framed in the name of education
-the veriest 'hades' in entire nation.
Well, you may have now without a doubt
Guessed the university I talked about.
So, let in one word be said
What lies latter is regret ahead
As who once was a happy swain
Cries entire day and night in pain.
And in the end, all I ask of you
Go hard or go black and blue
But never visit this university again
Else your living shall end in vain.
Thus, you will have no life at all
No bunks, no movies, no trips to mall.