The second we enter the class
We are put in a race
Oh! Solving problems
Which won't stop, but come in random
We laugh, we smile at our books and clean the dust
After all, our teachers yell pupils conentrate
Math, Physics and Chemistry
Pooh! They call it a big mystery
Teachers say,
There isn't much time
So, running is your rhyme
Formula is your song
For it's not much long
Grey, Black, White and Red
Which had to be memorised even on bed! ! !
We dream of dynamos
But, we wry at the present momos
They say,
Thank god, the street cries aren't in the class
And thus drink water of a full glass! !
Big diagrams
Which weigh more than kilograms
Some say,
Students+dying=studying
Which is the famous formula orbiting
We learnt the basic formula of atom bombs
And stored it on our ROMs
Writing, scribbling and drawing
Which aren't so boring! !
Turned out my nightmares
After I started competing with my peers
After this strange time....
Oh! Competition
That's my passion
Wow! Question paper
Let's use it as a tissue paper
Math, Physics and Chemistry
They are our bedtime stories
The big class
A cooooool drink in a wine glass
That is what college life is! ! ! ! !
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