Studies Poem by Vaishnavi Singh

The dates when kings were born,
The war which Hitler won,
Learning it my head pains,
I wonder where are my brains!

The locations of this earth,
Studying it takes all my mirth,
The names of so many places,
How far will I run these races?

The reactions of an acid and base,
In my mind, hundred questions raise,
Why is science everywhere?
It is so unfair.

The numbers go rolling my head,
I forget all on the bed,
So many equations to make,
Please leave me for God's sake.

So much a student cries,
But his future only lies
on how hard he studies
and leaving all his buddies.

There is no end,
So you cannot offend.
The best who learns,
The more he earns.