The Last-Fight-Night Poem by Hasan Al Mahmud

Before exam; brain is full of load
All goes out; even if it is a clear road
Why my heart feels great delight?
Why this poetry while last-fight-night?

Need some rest and a place with a pen
Feels free to write and some songs to listen
Why so many subjects are in my mind?
Why I don’t care then any difficult bind?

I read little; not more than definite subject
No awareness I have for good grad to get
Why do I have interest in other’s garden?
Why my easy tasks seem a burden?

The syllabus is so boring to get them got
Everything is clear but the topic is not
Why time goes fly in the morning?
Why brain is very sharp then for studying?

A good atmosphere is in my campus
Long time I have, for little syllabus
Why it’s partial and why incomplete?
At last, why all facts are ready to delete?

To get prepared I promise; really I am
But, what? I forget every-time after exam
Why do I make plan of a great fake?
Why do I do again same mistake?