Talking of exams, every one of us has a different story to tell...We have had some hilarious moments in exam halls, some may even be painful. However, I hope this poem of mine will help you refresh some of those memories.....
Withered and panting
when he reached his goal,
it felt like the hall was land of troll.
The boy looked around
and found few others,
for whom getting good grades is all that bothers.
Aping their deeds the
boy took his book,
to give crucial points a mere look.
The clock struck nine
and they were called inside,
an order they had to unwillingly abide.
Inside the hall he
quickly grabbed a seat,
from where, if needed, he could cheat.
A seat near the wisest
guy was a good take,
and a friend sitting nearby was icing on the cake.
Booklets in hand and
questions in sight,
he asked himself “what should I write?”
He checked if his
friend was feeling alright,
luckily for him friend too was in plight.
Although this sight put
him at ease,
still
the fear of failure gave him no peace.
He thought of how he
was nailed,
by his teacher when he had failed.
In order to escape all
those scenes,
he
decided to pass by all means.
Signaling the wise guy
was of no use to him,
but it got teacher’s eye fixed on him.
At last the fate did
give him a smile,
examiner was called out just for a while.
As the teacher stepped
behind the wall,
answers and papers flew around the hall.
This time the wise guy
did finally pay heed,
but he had no time for the boy’s need.
Desperate he gave his
friend a call,
to ask if he knew, anything at all.
The friend woke up from
a deep sleep,
and barked at the boy,”let me sleep, you creep!!”
Within no time the
teacher was back in the room,
much like a sorcerer, riding on a broom.
He thought of the fun
and joy he tasted,
and of the time that he had wasted.
He decided to leave his
laziness behind,
to study well he made up his mind.
The clock struck twelve
and they had to leave,
many in the room found it hard to believe.
Towards his home the
boy started to walk,
but stopped once he heard, his friend talk.
They talked about
playing soccer that day,
the boy changed his mind on thought of play.
Once again he took the
bait,
for a day he thought studies could wait…………
