When I was always late…

I m being too lazy 2 write my blog which is due frm last many days ... so I thought of posting a poem which I wrote as pastime in DC class :D

When I was always late…

My alarm rang at the mist of dawn,
I again went to sleep with lots of yawn.
With a promise to sleep only for five minutes,
I went to dreamland to enjoy all its bits.

Tour ‘de dreamland over and I stretched my hand,
To notice the change of thirty degrees in clock’s hour hand.
“Oh my God” I screamed, “I am late”,
In front of my eyes came closed doors and gate.

I hastily ran towards the bathroom,
To quickly get ready and get groom.
Immediately I put on my clothes and got my tables fixed,
As I didn’t want the breakfast to get missed.

Missing the breakfast had become a daily habit,
Now not my class at least, I ran to it like a rabbit.
“Get out of the class, you’re are late”, this was only left to hear,
But by too much begging pleases teacher had no option but to bear.

Hunt for a seat began after that part,
Only to get a broken chair that was kept apart.
Sitting on that was a lot of pain,
I was wondering how my rush had gone in vain.

The Cyber Game followed that torturing torment,
We needed to practice to win that year’s tournament.
We were defeated badly in the practice relay,
Everyone blamed me as I was making too much delay.

“Alas!”, the lunch timing for the mess was over,
As the game ended, hunger on me started being hover.
In my stomach as the rats started jumping,
I saw the only hope as the college canteen.

It’s good that my canteen had opened round the clock,
But misfortune on me again made a mock.
No sooner in the canteen did I take a seating,
My friend reminded me that we are late for a meeting.

Rushing was the only option; I couldn’t even took a bite,
I wished I could had the speed of light,
After reaching there I saw mentor’s absence,
But my gladness ended soon when people told me,
Mentor left because he wanted whole team’s presence.

I was asked to call him from his office,
As I anticipated, I had to face a lot of music.
Meeting started with a lot of good quotes,
But when my turn came up,
I realized that I forgot some important presentation notes.

Music again showered on me as meeting was postponed for next week,
I was cursing my mentor for being such a freak.
“Now what to do?” became the question of the day,
As what I did remain incomplete on the way.

I went back to my room and found a party’s mail.
But the only condition was that I had to go with a female.
With this thing my bad seemed to be becoming good,
I asked by calling my friend if she could.

With no second thoughts she quickly got agreed,
The joy was enormous as that was my need.
I was frustrated with the day’s excursion,
As bad luck to me came in recursion.

There was a surprise event at party and I didn’t want to miss it
So this time I thought of starting early a bit.
I reached my friend’s place to fetch her,
But it made me cry when she told her makeup is not yet over.

I pleaded her to do that things fast,
Why girls take too much time as if they are going for a cast.
I was helpless as my bad day was still able,
And I missing the event became inevitable.

My intuition was great; I was late again,
I felt like beating my friend with a cane.
Rest of the party was compliment of the moon,
Those frustrating events made me to come back home soon.

Sleeping was the only hope after that day’s game.
But just as I was going to sleep, my friend came.
To my agony he gave me a bad news of a test,
Oh my God, how much can a person hope for the best?