I have come to the wrong place.
Had been surrounded by books, art and science all throughout my life.
How could I ever fit here?

I have arrived somewhere
Where there is no place for
Literature and the arts.
It's nothing but a factory
And I was nothing, but a product

Knowledge is dead,
I am supposed to do sums in three hours.
The dull face on the newspaper would
Be the advertisement
And I would be showcased if I
Reached that platform-
The platform which was the best,
But only according to them.

I don't belong here,
I don't believe in what they believe.
I can never be what they want-
A studious machine!

But sometimes the wrong place paves
The path for a greater destiny.
The pain and tears are temporary.
After all the sun shines the brightest
After the terrible storm.

The thorns shall sting hard,
Yet I won't flinch.
The road might be difficult
But the end might be beautiful.

I am more than what they see.
It's true I would still cry
Silently at night, under the moon.
But I shall wait for the sun rise too!

Perhaps the wrong place would just
Make us stronger-
You and I, both!

This poem might feel messy because I felt really bad for the first 4 paragraphs and suddenly I felt happy in the last two.

And this is for the new place where I am supposed to stay for another year.