This is a poem about the journey through PhD. The different phases that one has to pass through before he/she can graduate. Its just for fun.
With hope of grandeur feat
And expectations that no one can meet
Celebrating the moment with a tweet
A journey began to become an elite
Unknown about the misery and pain
With a smile, I boarded the train
Who knows how long the smile will last
The time sped away really fast
Before I could realize
I began to criticize
What is PhD?
Is it Permanent head Damage
Or is it Please hire, Desperate
Even our Parents have Doubts
And there is nothing to be sure about.
Every day is the same story
Yet nowhere close to glory
Giving a seminar
is like waging a war
Covered with verbal scars
I finally entered the bar
Hailing abuses all over
Decides to become a drover.
Slowly drowning in alcohol
And putting an end to the brawl
Receding back to my dungeon
I fall like a martyr
Only to realize
The war is not yet over
A new ray awaits at the dawn
Go catch it, before it’s gone
You are born to fight
Don’t be afraid, you’re the knight.
Disclaimer – All the situations in this work are an act of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 😛 😛