Baba Baba Black Sheep

Well, you must be wondering why I have named this post after a Nursery rhyme. The reason is a little complex if you don't know the context. Simply put, it refers to one of my professors who is nothing less than a terror at our place. This is an attempt to put my sad thoughts in perspective after a bad preformance. Although it might seem a bit heavy, it is to be taken a little lightly. Well, to be frank, this is only my second attempt at writing a poem. So, here it goes

Baba Baba Black Sheep

A Cloud of Gloom,
hath settled over the horizon.
In the cold, dark room,
my sorrows have arisen.

In the distant past,
I had nothing to fear.
But now at last,
the End seems near.

The problem they say,
Is what I put to paper.
But at the end of day,
all hope has turned to vapour.

As a hazy blob,
In the melee it blends.
With a grievous sob,
My journey here ends.