The 1st April Guy..

You made a promise, To be with me, It was our secret, We were going to be free, To leave this land we have to think a lot, By air, by sea, it will cost a lot, I am too poor, to seek luxury, But I have enough to set us free We have to run, no matter how, I will save you, it is my vow, I am taking this pledge, to go to the edge. I am standing in the crowd, Waiting for you, I search in all directions, I look like a fool. Waiting for you all this time, Really makes me change my mind, If you love me or is the fault mine, Or is your love really pure and divine.  People call me a fool, Not more than a fanatic, The world out there is cruel, And I feel homesick. Years have passed, And I wait for you, My eyes are left aghast, And now there is nothing you can do. It seems so much fun to others, trouble me in the night, hit me with the banners, push into the dark and out of sight. I am still waiting for you, At this old station, What a beast I have grown into, And I am now feared by ...

As I returned from the middle of recess, All sweaty and grasping for breath, I searched for my water bottle in the mess,  Found an empty bottle that sat their ailing. I looked around at the bags of my friends, Up on the chair and down on the floor, Colours that were out of trend, Their bottles were in three or four. I took the one that was the warmest, For my throat was bad to be that honest, And it gave me a certain thrust, It was from that someone I could trust. The bell rung, The time was over, I mistakably bit my tongue, I really couldn’t tolerate the torture. It was maths period, Oh, how I loved maths those days, Now only for the so-called ill-fated, As the urge to find ‘x’ decays. I took out my pencil box, Started writing with my pen, It looked like the zerox, Of a painting of the feet of hen. I still managed to work somehow, Neared the end of my assignment, Sweat dropped from my eyebrow, On the work that looked decent. I finished my work, Shot up from my chair, Don...