Here begins the Count-Down,
To see how much we are Grown,
Everyone sets their Alarm,
As comes Days of Exams!
Sitting for hours and hours,
Studing like chores and chores,
Teacher wants us to Score and Score,
Parents wants more and more..
We all in peer,
We all in pressure,
Soon will be cheer,
As we will get the Hidden-Treasure!
It's neither a menace,
Nor a Bogy,
But the way looks our face,
It seems to be Moody! !
The dreadful of All,
Is the Exam Hall,
When Questions come Frank,
Minds go BLANK..
To write a paper,
Under a invigillator,
Trying to look here and there,
For Pencil and Eraser!
It's very big Query,
Why Always Theory?
Answer is Easy,
To make us Worry..
Whatever it may be,
Soon comes the paper Last,
As passes days of Exams Fast..
Some are easy,
Some are hard,
Just focus on Study,
It would be PROTECTIVE GUARD..! !
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