A nice boy was he called...

A nice boy was he called,Before
he came to the college wall.
Out of the cage of bookish onus,
he felt as if he got a life's bonus.
A contagion of mirth filled him up,
unbridled and free,he was
Losing faith in calculus and chem,
fake are all he claimed.
He lost himself in the computer games,
and burned heart in cigarettes flames.
But he cared for nothing large,For
unbridled and free,he was
He partied hard whole night long
and danced to the liquor song.
Rum,Beer and Whisky in the jar,
Tequilla was his precious not far.
His tutors casted scathing remarks ,
His pals said he is blind to the stark.
As he cared for nothing large,For
unbridled and free,he was
The D day arrived,his pals thrived
for a better and a soothing acclaim,But
he was in muddle after snorting cocaine.
And when he layed with his collegues,
boasted of living the life like a feast.
Though inside he felt the wince.
Here he lies alone-broken and ripped
jostling for his life against
his own fag,alcohol, and nicotine.
Finding himself clogged,
he yearns for life for a better tread
being paralysed and half dead;
And now he weeps yet prepares for another feast,
by arranging for himself a mass requiem !