Mr. Gopal Krishnan here has had a word or two of advice aimed at my 'hypocrisy'. I am indebted to his concern. Also, I am glad that I am getting some 'strict' reviews on my poems now, though I beg to differ that my poems require the escort of a dictionary for its readers. But, all reviews are very much welcome to me and I will further look out for lop-holes.

And heres one dedicated to Mr. Krishnan especially after the 'reminder' that he has issued to me. This was written two days back after I discovered to my dismay my failing patience in imbibing certain obscure concepts.

TESTING  TIMES

Read, I shall.
Write, I will.
Be as smart can be.

To make heads turn
I have to earn
They say lots of money.

I should turn out
Both stiff and stout
For knowledge makes for pride.

And wealth does count
As paramount
When looking for ‘that bride’.

All investments
Some own, some lent
Must bear this lovely fruit.

That my good name
Does garner fame
Worthy of some to brood.

Sometimes I think
At myself wink
That if I were to fail.

All hopes would dash
And walls would crash
I will have lost my jail.

To me success
Is one such mess
To onlookers pristine.

Out of sorts
Trapped in knots
You  suffocate within.

Don’t look at me
For I can see
That cynic-smile on rise.

On your face
It’s out of place
On me it does look nice.

May be my words
Will touch no chords
Unlike last time I wrote.

I pray you feel
In my ordeal
My future goes to vote.

Ghosts of hope
In darkness grope
Expectant eyes on me.

In firing line
It suits me fine
For none will let me be.

For the time-being
I may just sing
That I will try my best.

In fifteen days
Anxiety says
I am to face my test.

 More poems are to arrive later.......A poem a day keeps jitters away. What say friends ??