Burning Mid Night Oil
In a darkened room, the light glimmer, Wakes up a zombie, concerned Flipping the books, unknown which to learn. Checks the clock and 1a.m. It is too early; yet not If yes, awaits in three days An unprepared trial Takes his seat, composed yet stressed. Takes his bulky books, Starts with hope to finish a subject, Uncovered, lost in amidst of subjects Finds he in equilibrium lost. Goes to kitchen, grabs a mug, Blackened coffee to subside his yawn Back to unfinished revision, it's dawn. Sleepy, yet perseverance has he. Goes to bathroom and shower does he take. Stomps his breakfast, i n a minutes few Takes a ride to his holly school Ushered with smiles of cheering friends. The smiles fake the coming exam, Joy of momentary; summoned with worry, Questions, but one do i ask myself....