We are having exams
At this place called i-j-t
We come and sit there biting nails
All 20 of us, no fail in that
For though we go missing
On days on end when classes reign
Us boys and girls
of evening batch
Love climbing up
those 40-odd steps
To gasp and wait for papers white
And blink and stare at questions black
Write we do for all two hours
Though right there is none
in all we write
With heads that bend
And hands that scratch
We think and wonder
When could we go
and find some mud
To dig our heads
deep within
Then we decide
to brighten up
And think of this-
as such a joy
“Theres nothing I know
Like I feared I might
It must be my innocence
nothing else”
And then there comes
the judgment day
When teachers climb
those steps we did
With them a bundle
of white monsters
That were once papers
we trotted on
Now in red and all crosses
The papers are but
little red devils
That played a trick
on us poor mortals
We hide in shame
our faces in hands
And chant all chants
to make us vanish
But magics fail
and we remain
To see and hear our
wild answers
And look elsewhere
to act and pretend
Its not us
but someone else
That made us write
those silly things
Nothing works
Our teachers are bright
They see through us
and make us wilt
Heads hung in shame
and faces turned red
We take those papers
and sit on chairs
And make all oaths
to do better next time.
But dont we know
what will happen?
Years went by
but none without
When oaths as these
were chanted aloud
That keep failing
forever and ever
But hope we have
Cause thats what makes
these boys and girls
To fight and shout
for a happy morrow.
1 comment:
nice one,keep it up
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