Sitting around the table,
with piles of books.
With spects and shabby hair,
I am lookking like crooks.
With busy eyes and thiking brain,
solving problems like drops of rain.
With haunting morning and sun rays,
It was the day of exam days.
Studing for a while,tired I felt,
as the day ran, more I sweat.
Leaving the table,to the window I went,
I saw the game going on the river bank.
The buzz of the game,tempted me to go,
but buddy,what was bigger than exam woe.
With pen and paper I had lot to chase,
It was the day of exam days.
Cursing the day I begin studies again,
racing with the time,I felt bore and pain.
To have a break I went on door side ,
people were jogging as it was eve time.
I wanted to join,but how can I,
abusing the day,I begin same way.
It was the day of the exam days.
It was the day of husk and busk,
It was the same from dawn to dusk.
At mid-night I finally slept ,
that day I want forget.
I wish that day don't come again,
but days and years repeat again and again.
