The days of violence with books
And corruption with our dangerous looks
The panicing nights and deplorable sights
Makes us weak with no hope of light
The ambiguous thoughts arising in mind
And that jiffy remembering the teacher kind
No one to help so grievously
And, I tried to remember what happened in that class previously...
English, Hindi, Sanskrit
The languages persisting since ages
Maths, Science, Social...
The Subjects so Logical
When the Time Table comes
We go inside planning to study the tomes
Waiting for the last day,
Is all what I say