EXAMS

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
But still,
Waiting for the last day,
Is all what I say

 






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AJAY.UNIYAL said...
Oct. 23, 2016 at 10:15 am
nice poem .........
 
Aamna said...
Aug. 24, 2016 at 1:03 pm
Great saloni....I really love your poems...
 
Aamna said...
Aug. 24, 2016 at 1:03 pm
Great saloni....I really love your poems...
 
Aamna said...
Aug. 24, 2016 at 1:03 pm
Great saloni....I really love your poems...
 
steffy said...
Aug. 23, 2016 at 2:20 pm
U have got the talent saloni..i jz love ur poem
 
SALONI...This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 24, 2016 at 6:42 am
Thanx Steffy Lucky to have as a Friend
 
steffy said...
Aug. 23, 2016 at 2:20 pm
U have got the talent saloni..i jz love ur poem
 
steffy said...
Aug. 23, 2016 at 2:20 pm
U have got the talent saloni..i jz love ur poem
 
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