In that room full of staring eyes,
I felt as if I was trapped within mockery ties.
Those bulging pupils and smirky expressions,
Often made me enter into severe depressions.
The nincompoops around with rusted thinking box,
Thought themselves to be shrewd fox.
They would pretend to be the wisest of all,
In reality those empty heads aren't even sure of their own rise and fall.
Their exist a few with a cream of attitude on their face,
Probably they cover their inability of being in the rat race.
Others are the ones who remain silent,
And use their fellows who are mockingly violent.
These people make me wonder if they are happy on other's woes,
For jealousy can't make them anything better than foes.
The suffocating odour of their rotten soul,
I wonder if they have a heart or a dark piece of coal.
But I rest myself thinking,
Someday when they will stand before the mirror in search of beauty,
They will cry at the horrifying site of their own character, which is indeed snooty.
About Abhyanshi Tripathi
Abhyanshi is an avid lover of learning. Being a student, she herself takes up learning from the web. She is particularly interested in creative arts: composing poems, designing dresses, painting, and writing, and is an active participant and winner in competitions at school.
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