Mock Epic: The Scholarly Siege Of Paperwork Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Quill, once noble instrument of thought,
Now trapped in labyrinths of needless toil,
Where Academic Heroes, brave yet baffled,
March forth in quests no mortal mind can chart.
Behold the Student, clad in hoodie gray,
His eyes blood-red from battles fought with pens.
The Desk, vast battlefield of scattered notes,
Is littered with the fallen: drafts and crumbs,
Highlighters like banners of defeat,
And coffee cups—forgotten, bitter relics.
He faced the Exam, monstrous, vast, and cruel,
With questions armed like minotaurs of old.
"Define the term! " cried ancient voices inked
Upon the page, as though Olympus spoke.
He pondered deeply, lost in logic's maze,
While Time, indifferent, ticked its cruel countdown.
Around him rose Professors, clad in robes,
With spectacles sharp as Gorgon gaze.
They spoke in tongues of footnotes, clauses, charts,
Conjuring complexity where none had dwelt.
Each question multiplied like armies swift,
Each footnote a siege upon his weary mind.
The Library, fortress of forbidden tomes,
Held scrolls and journals stacked to heaven's rim.
He climbed its shelves, seeking the hidden truths,
But papers slipped, like traitors, to the floor.
The Dew of Knowledge—coffee spilled, unmeasured—
Was lost amid the chaos of reference fight.
Yet victory came—at least in smallest form:
The essay written, proofed, and cautiously saved.
He emailed it forth, brave digital knight,
And hoped the gods of grading might be merciful.
The Submission clicked; the battle now complete,
Though wars like these return with every dawn.
So sing, O Muse, of scholars lost and found,
Of intellectual absurdities untold,
Where every footnote and forgotten rule
Turns mortal minds into heroic jest.