Studious Night Poem by Rajat Joshi

I and friends plan to study all night,
At eleven we start with quiet a row,
At twelve we know we can study no more,
At one o’clock we listen to songs,
At two we try to study again,
We think it’s an hour but it’s only a quarter
Which passes when we try to learn,
The great needle of the clock
Going slower than usual. Oh we are sick,
We want lacrosse and fun.
At three o’clock, no brain works more,
We stare each other in sheepish looks,
We have in us great regret and sorrow.
At four o’clock we’re partly asleep,
Taking an oath that we won’t sleep,
At half past four, we drift away
In our own imaginary whimsical world,
But it’s not too long till its five at dawn,
The great church bell brings us back to life.
Mistaking it a nightmare, we scream
Together, sitting totally upright in wonder.
Within a few minutes our energy is finished
And the heavy eyelids force us to drift away,
No more mortal movement is experienced,
Until we wake up lazily and late.
But we are glad to know
We’ve missed school again!