I, for unknown reasons
Surrounded by books of the erudites, poets and sages
I, for unknown reasons
Stop my sleep, grimacing, flipping pages, chapters and topics
Exams will soon be due - I know
Will shrink closer to challenge my learning
And I, sitted here, wears a head of enormous frame, worthy of meagre learning- I wait
Though I have some wax bulging up-my-sleeves
But of what use is physique in the battle of the mind, ink and paper?
Of what importance when intellect embattles problems?
Knowledge and understanding, God made them twain
Wisdom and learning, God made them twain
Success and victory, God made them twain
And I, sitted here, knows that I am God's!
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