Birds sing in the moonless night.
Filled up lecture theatres.
Long queues on short benches.
Some tall; others short.
All eyes at work.
Some eyes half closed.
Many fully closed eyes.
Other eyes open like the black owl.
Exam beside the corner.
Waste-bins full of paper.
Brains on the drivers lane.
Black inks to be washed away.
Examination is on the way! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem