Justy

I am getting a sort of disjointed and scattered output for this program.What's wrong?Here is the program-

#include<stdio.h>

#include<conio.h>

main()

{

int a,b,c;

clrscr();

printf("enter the first number %d\nenter the second number %d", a, b);

scanf("%d %d", &a, &b);

c=a+b;

printf("c= %d",c);

getch();

}

Note-I am a first year student and have just started learning C.

I am writing a poem and want to make it rhyme.So would it mean same if I substitute 'day next' for 'next day'?Thanks

The Ballad Of Leona

Leona was her name-so timid,

And her face so rigid,vivid,

Her skin was as soft as it can be,

Verily she was the dark beauty.

So the lord God was seated one fine day,

On his throne,in his manor besides the drift-way,

His face shined like a dazzling sun,

How joyous was he at weddings of children!

His messenger was confessing the newlyweds,

They appeared,beheld and bowed down their sweet heads,

Some smiled,some glanced,some were widows,

Some blushed,some flushed like a red red rose.

Amidst all the brides sat Leona unrest,

Her heart beating pitapat in her breast,

At times she hoped at times despaired,

And lo! it was then her name declared.

At once!amidst ovation she stood upright,

Her heart quivered a little-a heavenly fright,

Approaching her spouse caught first insight,

Alas!wasn't much of soft divine and bright.

Marry or not?That's what she thought,

Her heart said"marry"her mind said"not",

Sniveling she asked her family and friend,

But finally a decision had to be kenned.

There might be a reason behind this she thought,

Would God let dear Linda wed someone who's naught?

She trusted her father-her all knowing lord,

And with plenary faith she did accord.

So they were seen vowing on that day next,

The priest stood there whining scripture text,

All rituals they performed as their counterparts did,

The people acclaimed and they were married!

A word for a person who knows whats good,whats bad,whats right,what's wrong,whats truth,what isn't etc.He who is all knowing.Thanks.

sitting on a workbench were three of us

only three of us and no more

answering our oral questions we sat

our teacher sat on the roll top

on the roll top and not on teacher's chair

So heavy her voice was

she looked like an autocrat

turning to my friend she asked

tell me what are morals?

Oh my poor inarticulate friend!

erring he said-"er ma'am er........

what is right and what is wrong

and er......morals were invented by Immanuel Kant!

sighing with relief at me he smiled

Smiling back I said

"They were formed not invented"

into a grin his smile turned

and said-"she doesn't know better than I do"

oops seems someone overheard that

beaming and her eyes fizzling she asked

to the same friend of mine

"Tell me difference between invention and formation"

towards me he turned

but not with love this time

and exclaimed-"You Moron!"

what would have happened after that

its for you to guess.

I am a South Asian and this poem is on South Asians who do not have slightest respect for their Mother Earth.

Oh Mother Earth!

Oh Mother Earth!

When I look at your glowing face,

I keep admiring your wondrous tolerance,

And stare upon the roads which once were glace,

And mourn over my deep annoyance.

Oh Dearest Mother Earth!

When someone litters,urinates,

Or gurgles water on your holy furnace,

I feel as terrified as,

A son would feel upon his father abusing his mother.

Oh Ever-Loving Mother Earth!

For in your safe arms I am fondling,

You feed me so that I can live,

So when I wake up early in the morning,

I ask you to love and ask you to forgive.

Oh Holiest Mother Earth!

When someone chops your hands-trees,

My heart fears and my eyes shade their tears,

As if it weren't your hands but my own arms,

But we both know that nobody cares.

Oh My Mother Earth!

That day is near as we both know,

You will suck your children with one mighty blow,

Forgiveness and Compassion-you will not show,

It is only then that they will know.

Oh Mother Earth!

When I look at your glowing face,

I keep admiring your wondrous tolerance,

And stare upon the roads which once were glace,

And mourn over my deep annoyance.

Oh Dearest Mother Earth!

When someone litters,urinates,

Or gurgles water on your holy furnace,

I feel as terrified as,

A son would feel upon his father abusing his mother.

Oh Ever-Loving Mother Earth!

For in your safe arms I am fondling,

You feed me so that I can live,

So when I wake up early in the morning,

I ask you to love and ask you to forgive.

Oh Holiest Mother Earth!

When someone chops your hands-trees,

My heart fears and my eyes shade their tears,

As if it weren't your hands but my own arms,

But we both know that nobody cares.

Oh My Mother Earth!

That day is near as we both know,

You will suck your children with one mighty blow,

Forgiveness and Compassion-you will not show,

It is only then that they will know.

The Ballad Of Leona

Leona was her name-so timid,

And her face so rigid,vivid,

Her skin was as soft as it can be,

Verily she was the dark beauty.

So the lord God was seated one fine day,

On his throne,in his manor besides the drift-way,

His face shined like a dazzling sun,

How joyous was he at weddings of children!

His messenger was confessing the newlyweds,

They appeared,beheld and bowed down their sweet heads,

Some smiled,some glanced,some were widows,

Some blushed,some flushed like a red red rose.

Amidst all the brides sat Leona unrest,

Her heart beating pitapat in her breast,

At times she hoped at times despaired,

And lo! it was then her name declared.