Final exams

Walking along the lane gutters;

Flying towards the gloomy sky

Makes me feel pathetic

As those are exam times.

Swinging around the boring books,

Sweeping all its pages,

Feeling,

like falling ill

Whenever I take that junky bell.

Sleepless nights and stupid dreams,

Crazy cries and crawling beams,

Mercy is all I need

From everyone, my teachers especially,

Who examine as well as supervise.

Surprised by superstitions;

Sizzled by exam pattern,

I hate those days,

When I‘m forced to attend my exams.

After those hell of a time passed away,

Every day became dry; everything became bored,

Holiday were the worst thing I faced on earth,

Surpassing and trespassing those campus roads,

Were nothing but catwalk ramp’s.

The days passed by and the Grand finale arrived,

No mood of checking results

But forced to do so as no other option left;

The beat rate of heart rises and settles

Then the final hour arrived!!!!!!

Clearing paper’s was just “OK”

But arrear take us to a whole bunch of unity,

When I look at my pals

Oh my God!!!!  I’ve company for everything

Whether I clear or not!!!!

It was all a whole hell of mess,

Filled with fun and happiness.

Joel. C.J.I