The first omen

Your care teared me,
Whats left is a zombie.
I ain't one of them,
Milling millions of this mayhem.
O Lord, take me away,
To your place, where I stay.
Without misery or bliss,
Like a stone, as it is.
It should not be cursed, one's birth,
But I'm empty, without any dearth.
Left with nothing as an option,
I beg Thee, for adoption.

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In a boring lecture

Again he's here with a nervous look
Like he doesn't know what to cook
Gazing am I with expectant eyes
Hoping against hope torture'll be nice
Soon the hope will be a fantasy
Competing, in dreams, with my Urvasi
Why we always have as a work
All the things that I most shirk
Can we not have such a gain
Which always comes without any pain
Only I know how I regret
All the applaud my learnings get
At the expense of that innocent charm
I dont need fame, I need calm.

Do not remember which row I was sitting in? Must be second or third. God bless indian chemical industry.