Once in every year,
Students meet their dreadly fear;
Covering courses in peer,
Watching the dates coming near.
Those countless sleepless nights,
Reaching to the tension's heights;
Group studies in delights,
With the books having serious fights.
Studies having a sip of tea,
Bound the tensions and worry to flee;
Believing in god's chanting and plea,
Relaxes the mind and provides glee.
Selecting the courses few,
And reacting as if it is all new;
Remembering those sitting in pew,
Killing questions makes us hew.
Exam timing of three hours,
First half with ultimate powers;
Second half climbs tension towers,
Last half makes to get over cowers.
Parent's desires still a maze,
Growing and growing with their age;
Like if not scoring percentage,
Soon you will be in the cage.
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