Exams are tedious, boring and dull,
For a student like me is a hell.
Buried under the deeps of books,
we glance at them with worried looks.
As soon as exams draw near,
our soul begins to tremble with fear.
When our question paper comes in hand,
we come out of the fairy land.
If the paper is easy, we feel so proud.
We want to dance and cry out loud.
Alas! !
If the ideas and points soon fade away,
what happens then? ?
I cant say.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem