First was simple, second is bound
Stress return with horns of hell-hound
Nothing special just thoughts in my head
Slept on the table, reading population & wealth
Life gets jailed and no one for bail
Nightmare comes what never seen in decade
Maths and science, the places we decline
But this time lets face with a peaceful mind
Exams over head, need to train our self
Lectures in the air, need to brace our self
Short poetry but truth foreseen
Creed of it never kept unseen..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem