Exams Poem by Aathira Nair
Exams
These tiny tiny words,
Make our life bad to worse.
We face them from age of seven,
When they finish, we end up in heaven.
Why is that our life,
Always in stress and strife?
Can’t we be educated,
In amounts abated?
Why so much amounts we learn,
When half of it isn’t worth tomorrow’s earn?
We have always answered questions without a phew,
But now you need to answer these question few.
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