MY life

I was called studious, not only because I was into studies, but because
I missed all the fun of bunking classes,copying homeworks and kneeling punishments

I was called adept, not only because I was good at my work, but because
I missed the play of running late with projects and tension with boss.

I was called good,decent not only because I was away from boys ,but because
I missed the fun of flirting ,the vernal age and hanging out .

I was called to have good company not only because I had selective friends but because
I have to leave those friends whom others thought were obtuse in knowledge ,contrary they were good at heart.

Need no answers since no questions were ever raised on my life
sustenance may have brought this mess.
Its too late, things can't be changed since its stern .
which will lead to burning of all that insanity I have been weaving for years .
Lines are drawn, borders are made for my happiness which can't fly.