Poem 9

An excellent trainer,
And an outstanding player.
I hope you be the next PETER,
And many like me,
Explore such a cute teacher.
To describe you,
I have no word,
All I can say is,
You are superb.
Its hard to find species like you,
who in variety are few.
Without shouting at us,
You turned us down politely,
which further added grace,
To your personality.
I am not here to criticize,
But Sir,
You make us do a lot of exercize.
May be it is necessary for lazy people,
Who never perform it like sports people.
Your energy is tremendous,
And style fantabulous.
Your shots just speak,
"SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT,
SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT,
SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT".
The site is pretty enjoyable,
And memories,
At gsc are unforgetable.
Sir, you seem to me like the IRON MAN,
Who has x raised to n number of fans.
Your smile is as sweet as honey,
For which I can spend 1 crore money.
I wish I could play like YOU,
And be as handsome as u.
Your strictness prohibition policy,
Developed your image beema policy.
Now,
Only nostalgia memories are left,
Which are to be kept.
Nowadayz,
My mind gets saddened by the thought,
That there's no more gsc,
But junior sir's like you perfectly rockkkkkkkkkkkkk gsc.

Poem 8

I was standing in front of the crowd,
And was reading my poem being proud.
For I composed,
And within a few minutes,
It was decomposed.
Not by me,
But by all.
Read maximum of them,
Only to know they were criticized,
And I tried my best to empathize.
They blamed my ideas for they were pessimistic,
But I told them it was optimistic.
I said,"You being educated you realize,
But those nerds dont realize".
I tried my best to convince them,
But they were not at all convinced.
They were stubborn on their point,
I told them just chuck your points.
All of them,
Pounced on me,
And started verbally accusing me.
They threw their cards,
Which hit me very hard.
Gradually,
I started crying,
As they continued their showering.
At the end,
I was in tears,
For that I have no more fears.
Maybe I lost on the ground,
For its hard to convince such educated illiterates.
I had decided to discontinue writing poems,
But there was this smart female who advised me to continue with my poems.
"THEY DONT HAVE BRAINS,
THAT DOES NOT MEAN,
YOU SHOULD SACRIFICE YOUR CEATIVE BRAINS."
This is my true victory,
And so,
I decided to continue with my poetry.