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Broken bonds of job culture,out on hunt like a vulture !Saw a bait on a B - School rail,was out of wits and landed in jail !Freaking out has gone out of sight,the rule here is : "might is right" !Day and night's boundaries mingle,better would b singing off jingle !Inflicting torture sitting in a class,head gets numb like an empty glass !Moron preachers murmur junk,in dreams quagmire i get sunk !However wierd this is a traning,to keep our brains away from draining !Walking now through burns n cold,proud to be in a Brave New World !!
Had a journey through Western ghatsthis is a poem of how it enchants !Shades of green everywhere,reminds me of Xanadu if its anywhere !Donned mountains, fiery falls,scenic beauty it just enthralls !Darkeness prevails in looming tunnels,Are these features filtered through funnels ??Boulders reined to prevent falling,streams gushing as if fervent calling !Trees on mountains touching sky,feels like jumping and go fly !Irridescent are nature's hue,soul relishes and gets imbue !Inspired me for a scribbling act,Such is a beauty of Western Ghat !!