CROWN OF PRIDE
A citadel of learning
Going through excruciating trials
In her academic pursuit.
Toiling and moiling,
Burning of midnight oil is scarce,
Awards now come in saucers.
To desire a crown is self investment,
But is it a worthwhile investment?
A crown of pride and prestige,
The joy is self actualization.
Golden moments briskly passing away,
The contemporary brashness,
Their ardour is machiavellian:
The end always justify the means.
Tutorial tutelage is under degradation,
Dilapidation of the crown in progress,
The citadel blosoms in proliferation;
All for profit maximization.
In the citadel are underdogs
And on their palms, the citadel lies.
The citadel will survive,
But, will the crown?
VERONICA
Death, a dangerous adventure
As calm as a grave yard
Blissful moment briskly pass away
Obsessional feeling of love
For departed Vero.
No penitence,
Her mouth cotton-sealed,
No relics of departure,
Why not a little notice?
To wear faith and virtue
As a breast plate
And salvation, as a helmet.
Excruciating pain,
Oh Vero!
Your departure was painful.
All alone,
Medical luminary on life-saving tour,
A total washout.
A ferocious cry from Vero
But a symbol of valediction
A valediction of tears.
Death, a dangerous adventure
A tour to eternity
A journey to six feet.
Short, though long
The journey of weary and tears.
Journey devoid of invitation,
A journey once made, never forgotten.
