Chemistry Blues

The ever-lasting hatred for a subject you'd never understand in high school

I once went to Phanidhar,

I felt him like a doctor.

As if I complained my illness,

I explained about my weakness.

 

Chemistry never scores me marks,

Leaving me behind in the darks.

The other subjects score is well,

My chem marks Go to Hell.

 

Hearing everything, he gave a look

And just prescribed me a book.

I was happy; I was glad.

I threw all other books I had.

 

The book was so large, Solomons

Filled with Organic Halogens.

I thought of giving it a peep,

As I held it, I fell asleep.

 

Somehow finally, I read and read,

Feeding everything into my head.

I was sure the PET was mine.

Alas! I got a minus nine.

Author's Note

A high-school student in love with literature, writes this when completely fed-up of the stream he's stuDYING in.