Alarm !!!!

Here, within these four wall, I can’t stretch my legs, I can’t expand my arms
My elbow hurts as it keeps brushing the elbow of others
I do not know who sits next to me.. I have not seen the face
I do not know whether anybody knows me, for the eyes behind the thick specs fail to reveal
I cramp for space, I cramp for time here
I have no pet name.. no classmates..no friends..
The hard earned money that is siphoned now, and along with that I see my parents’ sweat and blood
I can’t express what I feel,
I have only heads to count and being one among the endless heads, now, who have surrendered the brain to a ruthless schedule!
I had surrendered my heart and my wishes long back that to my parents’ wish
I do not dream any more, for their expectations do not allow me to sleep!
I cannot run, because the shackles of the fee have now clutched my feet!
One ruthless race, one endless, meaningless race to become someone
is now making me a nothing.





Once, only once, did my friend spoke to me, I came to know that he is broke
I told him to hang in there, that, everything would fall in place!
Perhaps, it was too much for him now, I could see the brim, but it was a spill
Today, in my classroom there is vacant seat, a rare but not an unfamiliar sight, till yesterday, there use to be dream sitting there, trying to focus amidst all failures. He did not listened to me that day but yes! I found him hanging! Today, that dream hanged itself, unable to cope up with the collateral failure .

Eyes popped for the first time but not to see a surprise from the mother,
The tongue sticking out, but not to speak the heart out
Fan for my mates doesn’t come as a respite from heat; it comes as a respite from life
To escape the heat of failure, to escape the burdensome heat of the expectations,
I heard they are adding a spring in the fans, an alarm to go off in an eventuality
I wish they could add spring to my feet, to go to the places I wish to go,
An alarm to go off when I wish to say to my parents that I am burdened by your expectations
An alarm to tell, there is life beyond IITs and Medical..
I do not want to be a part of this mad race, I do not want to run, I want to swim, I want to fly,
Will you let me do what I wish or wish later that you did not let me be me?
My another friend is fighting a dual battle now, he is gaining the   weight of expectations on him
And I have seen him, skipping food.. when I offered him lunch, he told, he is reducing weight
Perhaps now he is coaching to go less than 20 kilos.. only then the springs would not give up
What gives up again would go silently forever; without sounding an alarm !!!!

(The poem has been written by one of the best personality of Chhatisgarh in English language,Pro. R. S. Panicker, Asst. Professor BIT Raipur. Who is ofcourse one of the best teacher i have ever met and have been blessed with his blessings.)

For readers:- This poem has been written on the basis of the news coming these days about the suicides being done by the students of Kota under the pressure of the hectic schedule due to coaching institute and the precautive measures taken by the institution to avoid it. now, it has been decided by the coaching institutes that they will be using the fan which can not handle more than 20 kg. If any student tries to hang himself on fan , it will fell down because of the spring in it.