Midnight oil burns
Eyes swollen
Turned into a cognitive miser
Sleep stolen
The night became continuous
Days are discreet
Probability of staying awake
Post dinner, Strollers brainstorm on the street
Tangential goes the lesson
The 4P, and the 7C
Learnt to hide the rumples
Confidence is the key
Pressure became a croon
Surprising is the fact
'Conditioning' is the deal
The mind signs the pact
The dream and the pain
They heavily fought
Marginal rate of substitution
Cuts the Gordian knot
Gobbled the word exhaustion
Let the blood and flesh depreciate a bit
Future account is the impetus
Market value will be a hit
Maximising utility
That's the theme
Moulding oneself into a T
That's the scheme
The glorious end beckons
Clears the wooley sky
The choice I made
Hits the bulls eye.....
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Thanks Anjali!
DeleteA great piece indeed Susmit .
ReplyDeletePS. It sort of reminded me of my exam/assignment deadline days in college :)
Thanks for those nice words, Kokila! Feels nice, you stopped by.
DeleteGreat words! Perfectly done Susmit...loved it...
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Let me quote you " This made my day "....And, I mean it in letter and spirit. Thanks !
DeleteFind a lot of Economics in this poem....so for me it was the law of increasing marginal returns applied!
ReplyDeleteYups....you got it right. Thanks for stopping by, Specs!
DeleteNice rhyming.
ReplyDeleteGlad you found it so. I'll keep on trying. Thanks Rosemary!
DeleteReminds me those days and nights of struggle. Hitting bull's eye was not that easy, but did it anyhow.
ReplyDeleteYups, I got a bit overboard with that bull's eye part. So happy to see you here, Saru!
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