I'm sure his poor head aches again
And everything done so far wasted in vain
It's easy to bid one to rack his brain
But only if that does not drive him insane
And for being humiliated for reasons so lame
He will work no more and take no blame.
Your project work is a pity, he said, looking bigger
The most disapproving remark from this horrible figure
His eyes twisted more sharply than a fork
For which no reason or excuse could magically work
And no matter how hard he stooped and pleaded before sir
Condemned to spend a most disastrous Allahabadi winter.
Had it been better if they had done nothing at all
Rather than taking the plunge to take such a deep fall
And everything to be done again, with the most severe pain
No guidance but verbose stunts, no sunlight but heavy rain
And everything done so far wasted in vain
I'm very sure his head and heart aches once again.
And everything done so far wasted in vain
It's easy to bid one to rack his brain
But only if that does not drive him insane
And for being humiliated for reasons so lame
He will work no more and take no blame.
Your project work is a pity, he said, looking bigger
The most disapproving remark from this horrible figure
His eyes twisted more sharply than a fork
For which no reason or excuse could magically work
And no matter how hard he stooped and pleaded before sir
Condemned to spend a most disastrous Allahabadi winter.
Had it been better if they had done nothing at all
Rather than taking the plunge to take such a deep fall
And everything to be done again, with the most severe pain
No guidance but verbose stunts, no sunlight but heavy rain
And everything done so far wasted in vain
I'm very sure his head and heart aches once again.