Exam Fever Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Wide discrepacies between numbers and figures.
Belittled me for so long a time.
And a cascade of effects derailed me from the track.
The ramshackled univese we already enrolled.
The same outlook, but different soul.
And I was stucked in the turnstile.
While the days melted like icecreams.
In the arid hands on the summer vacation.
Now,

I'm waking myself up from the tiresome sleep.
To feed the thoughtless fingers with smart education.
To scribble on the diary of the skin writting with razors.
To solve the hurdles of equations and theorems.
With words that became speck of dust.
When my teacher rubbed the blackboard.
I am with.

So many monsters, so little ammunitions.
So many volumes, so little time.
So many wolves, so little bricks.
But I'm beelining my paths.
To build a house that no wolves could blow down.