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
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.
exam preparations are always pertaining to such things :)
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