HAVOC IN THE SILENCE

The clock's tick-tock, a metronome, 

mocking procrastination's crime.

As I dust my books thick with grime, 

the mere little I learned slowly sublime.

I enter the library, see people grind,

felt out of place, a metalhead in a synchronized choir,

I went to a room dark and quiet,

No audience here, just caffeine and cheer.

In the quietude, thoughts resonate,

As I grapple with 'em, grey and white.

Try to focus with all my wit,

At the end of the night, all I say is "CG Lite"

- K Hari Bhaskaran

Definition of CG Lite