Poem

When I die burry me deep,

Four feet down, fast a sleep,

Place Urdu book on my bed,

Tell my teacher that I am dead.

Place my English book on my chest,

Let my teacher know how much I am at rest,

Place my Physics book on my right hand,

Tell my teacher nothing I could understand,

Place my Chemistry book on my left,

Inform my teacher I did my best,

And also tell my teachers not to cry,

Because THEY are, the one who made me DIE.

 

PS: for the Professors of Govt. Dehli Collage .. because of whom I m what I m.