Showing posts from October, 2010

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, in 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. Stand where do I ?  In a mighty class of 39.