With gallons of tears
And lot of fear
As S.S.T exam was near,
Hear oh hear!
With zillion of history dates...
When was the railway tracks laid?
Raid raid raid...
My memory was raid...
No cake, no break,
Only tension state.
So many inventions
And so much tension
That I cannot mention...
My sweet dreams were drowned...
When was Louis XVI crowned?
I cried all the night...
Worrying if my answers would be right?
Alone my eyes rained...
Studying my eyes strained.
Why was Bhagat Singh chained?
How were industrial workers trained?
Why was Aung San Su Kyi jailed?
Heights heights heights...
Heights reached by great men and kept.
Mahatma Gandhi's corpse lies in his grave...
And left us to study that he was brave!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it happens for all perhaps....again a good write up