The Dreadful Day

I see a day,
Where every thing is gray!
The Earth turns brown,
Losing its green gown!

People use nukes,
To stop countries making nukes!
It's the day,
When hypocrites rule today!

Only a few survive
And look back at the past.
They see that all was not lost.
For whatever be the pain,
There seems to be a gain!
And Man sees only the gain!

Written by: Bharat Nadella(That's me u idiot!)

Metta Gadi Sangeetham,Sahithyam!

Well, there is nothing interesting going on for some time now. Arsenal's loss against Shitty didn't help much. But, the last couple of days have brought the action right back into my life. BOSM started. Arsenal went two goals down against Leige(which was a bit interesting) and recovered to win the match 3-2(which is obviously even more interesting). Meanwhile, we showed what home team advantage means, when we backed up our volleyball team (or shall we say...booed off the opposition?) to win a derby match against BKBIT in BOSM 2009.

Can't watch football tomorrow. But, I'm satisfied with the live text on BBC Sport for now. Anyway, lets get back on track. I've officially obtained the publishing rights of a poem written by the one and only Metta. Thanks mate! And here it is! Donno what he named it.

I would like to add my comments along with the lines to make it a bit funny( In brackets). After all, I could not imagine myself writing a poem. Great job Metta. But, no hard feelings ra!

 oh! great tree
You live the best
Ofcourse never for youself
but for the sake of ours.
you have the life everywhere
and live for us anywhere(Not in a desert/volcano)
not only your branches
are the ones you feed,
also the entire human life,(Good one!)
never were they(from ours to they?) humane to you(Proves that Metta is an alien)
you live for the life of ours
but we live in the place of yours
there did we cripple ourselves
nor did we realize that
and act for the good

people come realize the things
lets grow trees and
certainly will they grow us
we are well in time
lets don't make it out(Yeah! Never make out with a tree)
its the time to act
for our lifetime
to become more and more

Any suggestion to improve the poem or any abuse towards me or Metta for wasting your "precious time" can be made in the comments section or directly though Gtalk.