Each day I wake up late at dawn,
Doze and sway and stretch and yawn
And before in morning I can pray,
'Here we are', my dumb books say!
I slap them off and I go away,
Refresh myself for the coming day.
I dump them in my study rack,
Promise to read them when I'll be back.
I jump outdoors and loaf like bees
On the hostel roof watching trees.
Suddenly while admiring the setting sun
Reminded I am of the task undone!
Slumbering though, I rise from my place
And with the boring studies I race;
With a brave heart awake I keep,
Then slowly I bend low and go to sleep!
Someone comes and gives a hard blow
I get up from dream and to study I go.
I listen to a song to make my mood
But trust me fellows, study's no good!
People, O People, tell me please,
Shouldn't the torture called 'exam' cease?
There should be a dose called 'Study Pill'
That we needn't study and simply chill!
While I think and great words I speak
I see my books and I feel I'll freak.
I pull my hair and with self I fight,
Look at the clock and say, 'It's late night! '
With utmost care away my books I keep
With aims to study next day, I fall asleep
Next day I wake up late at dawn,
Doze and stretch and sway and yawn...
(Written on the 11th pf April,2009...right in midst of my exams...with Biochemistry paper next day! ! !)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem