Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The Jitters


I am rolling on the bed, covering myself with comforter,
Thinking of tomorrow's papers that determine the future,
I am too scared and start to remember the formula gutters,
The language papers are over, the subjects of ancillary and core,
The practical side of all these theoretical whispers,
The labs of filled with freshly cleaned tools,
That looks for the solution from the heads of learners,
I am still awake, very doubtful about the caliber,
Reach for the prayer altar, where the Gods are quieter,
The exams, results and counseling, must check the account,
Tomorrow once again, whether it is the same,
Or the Santa Clause sends some time additional deposit,
My heads is bursting with desires until the alarm rings,
When the son who goes for exam wakes me up,
As I start to douse and sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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