Here is the poem which I came across while surfing, it is shared by Hitesh Batra.
c.a. not kind of a easy food,
its kind of a sharp knife,
the begining of c.a. in our life,
its just a start being long way to survive
in c.a. we just have to concentrate
whether we love whether we hate
there is no hope there is no faith
we just keep on track no back just straight
its a river
its kind of a wall
we just keep jump over them
without a fall,
those fell
there life kind of a hell
those who clear
everytime they got a new fear
fear of preparation
fear of affectionation
fear of other n us,
fear of loosing focus,
people who near of us,
they keep motivate us,
there is no hope for luck,
its like a hell where we _uck,
not even know who got our paper of exams,
in which mood he/she is while checking answer sheet of our exams,
why we embarres, why we regret,
why we b like a animal,why we dancing like a pet,
its not like a horse races where we can bet,
its like a achivement to which we have to met,
moral of the story
moral of the lecture,
we are animals of seprate catagory,
c.a. is like a adventure,
gunman is unknown,
institute is our jungle,
we just live a part
without a fumble,
its a huge struggle to live in our cource,
people keep ask "can u paas in c.a. cource"
we have no answer this kind of a questions
we knows only,at that time how we control our emotions,
plz dont ask,
plz dont say,
let us struggle
its a long way.,
its a long way.,
its a long way.,
its a long way.,....
c.a. students are just like a gold,more they melt in hot temprature they'l come with a purity...
purity of experience,
purity of courage,
purity of intellectual,
purity of coverage...
cheers for our strugglefull live,
where we just have to survive........
