AN EDUCATIONIST’S BANE

The flames of education
Has burnt your eyes
Has charred your soul
and made you wise
and so you think
Lead the self possessed life
Wait for your calling
But deaf from inside
You resist the alarm
the clock ticks away
you prefer to sleep
and surf with the wave
And your calling comes
But you are too tired to stand
Your life slips away
with the hour glasses sand

The face in the mirror
Is laughing at you
You look away and sigh
Cause you know its true
But you still prefer to sleep
with the warmth of the lies
The education that made you wise
Was your DEATH in disguise…….