It hurts...

just learning  ignoring lier people...
have lots of work...i couldn't publish blog at my department because there was electricity gone..
though atmosphere was wonder..slow rain was falling but...i can't pay attention  on rain..
i was thinking and thinking.....like HAMLET(* Shakespeare)  ......today in classroom my sir Barad sir discussed about 'THE WASTE LAND' by t.s Eliot...there was d question is modern epic poem or .....
but i was stopped....
i was only just thinking about the literature...if every thing is just imagination or fairy tale than why we r studying this...if there is no need of human feelings than why we very interestingly are taught this poem novel or etc...form of literature which is like dream world for me...i habituated to read novel...and so may...be....i like to live in fantasy...but why should i don't live in dream world? 
what is wrong in it...just read...be d character..fly with it....why should i criticise it?
when we will became aged...the air around us ...the monsoon rain ...the shivering cold will ask me have you ever enjoyed me?
or just passed your time in criticising me😃😃😃...
i can't be practical ...Or don't want so.
to see...what is truth and what is false...my heart is all...i am fully slave of my heart...
and so whenever some one lies with heart, it hurts...