Poem: My life at present

Hi I am Siddharth writing this all

60 kg and 6 feet tall

Life presently is crap, without any sense

With clouds of doubts thick, dark and dense

Existence is without meaning

The soul is without feeling

The heart is barren land

The head is desert sand

What happened to me no one will know

The clouds of doubt just grow and grow

There is no one I can call a true friend

There are many, but they only pretend

This is not the life I always wanted

But these are the nightmares that always haunted

This is no great piece of work, but then this was written in a depressed mood, and perhaps my first one at IIT Guwahati. So it does have a special meaning for me!