Forced

Today I sit thinking what I shall do,
Staring at the walls and the boards alike,
Puzzled completely in my mind.
O God! I make a question why?
Is it that you maketh us things we do not like,
That too to the extent of sheer dislike,
I ask myself why;
At the same time wasting money makes me cry;
But now I may ask thou ,
Why can a man not do what job he likes and ,
Live a happy life.

Mayank Sharma ,
The first ever poem.
Written on February the 23rd , 2011 in a physics lecture at Manipal institute of technology.