Frothing For Vague Future

Prohibitive when flex the costs to falter, Option none to fail, success at all cost, Cracking the code, reaching exalted AIR1, Do or die morphs into mantra of most. And as such plans come with a fine blueprint, This too has been— two years long, seven days A week, and all hours of undeterred dint, For, on a war footings come winning ways. Hordes of wide-eyes are weaned from cosy life, Bidding good-bye to home in spring of youth, To live a life that's no life, rife with strife— Our higher learning's harshest of this truth— Of plight-packed days and caffeinated nights, Frothing for fat dough, future-feigned delights! ______________________________________________________ AIR1: All India Rank Private coaching from early years after school hours has become a norm. War-like competition has come in and fun has gone out from even primary education. The last two years of the secondary school need a commando like war tactics. The cost that the society pays is not just fat fees of the specialist coaching schools (coaching classes are now often boarding schools) , but immense in socio-economic terms. Yet, no one seems any wiser in this rat-race world. From these gloomy thoughts has arisen this sonnet. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 06.01.16 |