'Baggage'

I carry some baggage, too wretched and heavy,

Pins me to the ground, makes me walk so slow.

It seems like a curse, a never ending bane;

I need to live with it, yet not allow the misery to grow.

I know I am depleted; I have carried it for so long,

But there's something stubborn in me, that won’t let it go.

Even if I froze, somewhere along the path,

I hope to turn into a milestone, for others to follow.

I drag my feet and carry them, for some more distance,

Look ahead in eternity, where the stars of my hope glow.

A new baggage awaits me, at the destination,

I'll take the new baggage. This old one, I'll throw!

The destination is far and seems quite distant,

But on reaching there, I hope to make an impact, a blow!

There's something which encourages me to move forward,

I'll make it to the destination, and let the whole world know!

Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

Title – Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

A depressing poem which metaphors pain in career with that of pain of a shoe!!!


Thought these are called the Programmer's boot
As they program their world however they choose.
Yes, the guys say they look good on me
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

It’s a heavy pair and rough from inside
The laces keep on tightening, nails from the sides
Force me to walk for bigger career virtues
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

If the soul is the sole, then it’s all worn out
Somehow I can just type, but I can never shout.
I maybe technically strong, unable to refuse
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!