CARA Poet

  Whether being black or brown Don't be down with a frown It doesn't matter, the sight Because black or brown They all make white 'No Men are Foreign' is a beautiful poem by James Kirkup. Even being an English man, he was fascinated by the Japanese traditions and took part in them. He says that by sight and beliefs we may be different but beneath everything, we are the same. We have the same body and soul. We have the same fate too. In the end, we all die and get buried on the same land- Earth. So, there's no need to fight against each other. The consequences are the same. We all suffer equally. Why Wars, then? Let me tell you, it's because people- humans, love a little drama in their lives. Doesn't life get boring sometimes? All this hatred start from our young years. How can they up there stop wars when all we do amongst our friends at school is also fighting a war? Spreading rumours, talking behind each other's backs in a negative way of course and ac...

  I know I don't like you I know you don't like me But it is in school And I shall not be free Every hardship And every sad moment From the corners, you seep Oh, dear math, You don't say my worth That is all my heart can sayeth I know it isn't Shakespeare but the dread of mathematics on me could only make me do this much.  As I mentioned in the previous post, I wrote my first physical exam after the havoc of the pandemic. This exam determined everybody's worth in academics. Luckily, it was a practice exam for students like me, but anyway, I was the most anxious about my math results. I genuinely thought I did good but I knew the shadows of math would never leave my side. The only thing that would stay by my side even until I die.  I never had any intention of scoring full on full in math. I didn't want to force myself to spend time on something that I don't like and isn't worth it for me. No matter the pressure from outside I stood my ground. I knew what...

  A CONFUSION CATASTROPHE They always tell a lie I always end up crying I feel left out, lonely But they’re there, friends and family   Am I even worth it? I ask myself harshly These stitches I always knit Around my heart fastly   Discouraged, that’s how I feel I’m not good enough, I know I’m blank, I don’t know what to tell In this endless stream, can I row?   I want to inspire you from misery But can I do that? When I am lost? I feel sick, bad, helpless and dead Oh! What a dread! I’m making everything out of nothing But, what do I do? I’m no king   I am afraid But of what? Why? ‘I don’t know' my heart said It no more wants to try   That’s how I feel Like a wrecked child confused Between whom it loves Mom or Dad? So, I delayed. And I have a very good excuse for that (something that I'm best at).  School! I'm going to physical school and the stress has made me delay. Waking up early in the m...