people call him a terror,
nay,he is merely an error,
finds fault in all that he sees,
oh come on,grow up please!
he tries his best to instill fear,
that wont last anyway here,
talks and breathes crazy rules,
mockery?we are not fools!
he talks on modulation,
then follows demodulation,
he goes on about phase,
never does he see my sleepy face!
proceeds with the slides on,
as he switches the lights off,
sitting in the middle,among a three,
i can sleep very well,free!
he wants us to sit upright,
i droop down on the table straight,
often he asks,if we got his point,
my head aches,so does every joint!
after all the yawns and sleep,
with a dreamy mind,slowly i find,
the purpose of life though little weary,
is surely not communication theory!
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P.S 1.scribbled during the time when all the computers conked in DSP lab and as usual i was jobless!
P.S2.:-rhyming is thrust forcefully,
i (don't)call it poetry!
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