Mercy-Less

By Mayank Nahata

All I see in front of me is red

Maybe it is all the voices in my head

Insomnia grabs me by the throat at night

As I stay lying sleepless, on my bed

Came all happy to an attractive building

One that for his future was bidding

Little did he know, through the next phase

It was his own grave that he was digging

Money went, rigidity stayed

Efforts were lost, deadlines delayed

Blood, sweat, tears, none could do

As he left wondering in a corner, dismayed

Peers laughed, supervisors could only wonder

Lightning had been seen; it was time to hear the thunder

Help never came his way, all day and night

As he went on to become “The Great Blunder”

Life had gone into disarray

The rope had another victim come what may

Melancholy finally had its way

All I saw was red that day

Another life that the Education System took away.

By Mayank Nahata