it's the master of terror
the mean man of horror.
The dean that not only makes one sad
but also makes one feel bad
it makes dry like sand
and saps dry till one is bland.
it debars glory,
make room for dumb story,
and presents them as compulsory .
it makes life a living gory,
always making one feel sorry.
It paints the future blurry,
dampen the hope of a great future,
even when one has had a clear picture
of a future ripe for nurture .
one feels like there is nothing to start
even when with the winning dart.
one feels as if he is nothing,
even when one is clearly the main thing.
It makes one feel worthless,
even with the sound knowledge of being dauntless.
one becomes a caricature
when one is meant to be the main feature.
It makes one unfit,
even in one's right kit.
It creates a total limbo
and if unaddressed turns all to a mumbo jumbo.