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I have come to the wrong place. Had been surrounded by books, art and science all throughout my life. How could I ever fit here?
I have arrived somewhere Where there is no place for Literature and the arts. It's nothing but a factory And I was nothing, but a product
Knowledge is dead, I am supposed to do sums in three hours. The dull face on the newspaper would Be the advertisement And I would be showcased if I Reached that platform- The platform which was the best, But only according to them.
I don't belong here, I don't believe in what they believe. I can never be what they want- A studious machine!
But sometimes the wrong place paves The path for a greater destiny. The pain and tears are temporary. After all the sun shines the brightest After the terrible storm.
The thorns shall sting hard, Yet I won't flinch. The road might be difficult But the end might be beautiful.
I am more than what they see. It's true I would still cry Silently at night, under the moon. But I shall wait for the sun rise too!
Perhaps the wrong place would just Make us stronger- You and I, both!
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This poem might feel messy because I felt really bad for the first 4 paragraphs and suddenly I felt happy in the last two.
And this is for the new place where I am supposed to stay for another year.
