Saturday, 30 March 2019

The Ph.D. Song

|| The shivering hands,
The chaotic mind,
The burning ears,
No peace to find.

The faster beats,
The dry throat,
Irritating people,
In your problem, they'll gloat.

The sleepless nights,
The agitated eyes,
Even the mirror said,
Fix yourself and be a little nice. 

The stress eating,
Made my weighing scale stare,
The hair fall,
It's just not fair.

So much prettiness around,
I can hear them judge,
'I know what you are staring at, sister,
But I don't even have the time to budge'. :(

Hundreds of pages,
Quite a few kgs (kilograms) surely,
I'm either carrying them,
Or thinking about them, purely.

Thousands of tabs,
Running so deep
Still miles to go
Before I can sleep. ||

#StayBlessed


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