These days , and these times , we seldom find
A reason to celebrate, a cause to unwind
One achievement doesnt suffice, we need another
We need to race on the mad dash, to the finish line
Taking the time tested and trialled paths
Always do what is told, and seldom ask
for reason , meaning or anything behind
this worthy cause drilled in our minds
Past graduation we realize
We’ve become the one thing , we despised
Look around, everyone is gone to break the rules
some to another plain, some back to school
Is a postgraduation
the only answer and solution?
With every generation the bar grows higher
subsiding ever more so, the inner fire
I shan’t fret , I shall wait and watch
As the forests of calm and peace get scorched
For the pace the world is moving in, is too unkind
Nothing but a mad race, to the finish line
