Tshewang's Hingtam

My mother wants me to become Good Civil Servant That can earns me with sufficient remuneration Make me proud in front of many other livings And wanted me to help them and my younger  Which I dream though I can’t accomplish her dream    My relative wants me to become Police Officer So they desire to reduce the drastic problem of crime deals They wanted this world to be peace place for living Without the bulletins of any thread on human living Which I desire from the world of all human to help our officer                 My friend wants me to become teacher Where they wanted me to share my advices to present youth Making all youth into prolific one in their living from then Without the crisis of youth criminals on this world Outliving the hopes of our beloved old leaders When all wants me to become on their own ambition What you want me to be converted into my live? But I want to become no one from their ambitions Life is full of stories I wan

I can’t be emotionally strong every time Writing poems need a strong emotion in weak To wreck all words of heart into parody To synchronize all parody into the tune of nightingale That touches the heart and to prongs your heart. You ask me to write the poem I will arrange all thy profession’s natures into my keen That glorifies your world above the crest of Mts Everest- And hide the grime of thy traits below the depth of deep To precast you from your pedigree’s world- You asked me the poem But I had given you lines That monarch can read  Half-wit livings can understand And thou can connect with my wrong Making all my words into false statement

Empty seats to my sinistral and dextral   Some few presented and were to and fro All pivot their head on desk of respect That is supposed to keep book on it No teacher, further made the boredom Boring class I can describe ever in mind Wastage of day without any prolific works Works of account on my daily diary Ever lucky for those who were absent Narrowed the gap on attendance of poor Love the boring class if I got your warmth But you were also not presented Just sleeping on odd hour ended the class The class of boring period ever in lever In the interesting eve of my degree In the college of where ‘emphasis is on life’ Garden city, garden inside the class With the flowers of sleeping students Under the brightness of huge sun No more luck on the day of boredom But at the very end of unlucky day Friend came, came to accompany me Then hilarity bust in the one’s loneliness