A hot sunny week of June
And the angry sun with his son in the noon
The week had the date of my birth
The week had everything possible of getting me hurt
First, it was the exams which scared me off
And then the injuries, which turned me off
For the first time I cried being away from home
And I didn’t talk to them as someone stole my phone
People I loved were away from me
I prayed for luck, but it fucked me
Didn’t get a chance to meet the girl
But that didn’t bother, I stopped crying for her
Few more things happened, but that hardly matter
Friends still try to solve my matter
Never could imagine, I’ll have such a week
Still wrote the shit being a bit weak
Hope thou my problems are solved
Hope thou my weakness get dissolved
"Hope" – was just for the confidence I may gain
But with results next week, luck will fuck me again!
-----Kalyan Chakravarthy A.
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