A crack of the whip across the back,
A slash of the sword across the stomach,
A knife slitting a throat in misery,
An arrow shot into the heart,
A crowbar bludgeoning a skull,
a bullet shot in the side,
Pain grows more agonising
As the torture of preparing for
The exams takes holdd,
Slowly eviscerating the bowels of
The poor victim falling prey to them.
As the exam arrives,
The sword skewered in the stomach
Shoves itself into the flesh,
Further and further,
Harder and harder,
The torture growing unbearable
Like fire scorching the flesh,
Burning it crisp into ashes,
Until the exam terminates,
And the sword releases itself,
Removed from the flesh
As the student collapses on the ground,
Half-dead from the chaos of academia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful writing with nice explanation while exam comes. Keep on writing. Beautiful one.