Who knows what lies in my fate?
'cause tommorow is my result date!
In morn I have to go and get-
My result, which I really hate!
My mother said she would go with me,
Hearing this my brother was full of glee!
'Yeah! ' smiled he
And that was really scary!
'cause I always do bad in my tests
And hide my report card from my parents
Sometimes I hide them in a birds' nest
That over our roof rests.
Earlier I would sneak out quiet!
Not seen by anyone's sight
Then with a little fright
I would ask my sir for my result with all my might,
But this time, damn my mom
She is going to get my report card home,
All i can do is sit and pray,
For my report card to go astray!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem