A Comedy

I woke one day
Got ready for the play
It was a day of exam,
for which I studied,
Spelling Chanakya’s chant.
Father said, keep your mind cool,
I said to my fingers, save me today,
You wisest fool!
When I finally saw the paper,
My worries started growing, skyscraper!
I tried to think, I tried to sail,
But soon I became,
From alpha to beta male.
I was surrounded by darkest sunshine
But my worries, still refused to decline.
The paper was clearly, misunderstood.
But my fingers said, I could.
Somehow I manage
To finish the paper.
But It was the work of my fingers,
And only work of my maker

Later that evening,
I strummed my guitar,
And my fingers moved
Like a smooth car.

Life is like a bitter truth
You do something crazy, Something good.
In the morning
I was like a living dead,
Later with my guitar,
My fingers played with my divine head.

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