The Leaked Future Poem by AAHAN VARMA

4 a.m. alarms,
Cold coffee nights,
A thousand sacrifices
For one exam fight.

Mom skipped her wishes,
Dad buried himself in debt,
Just to see their child win
The future they never got yet.

Two years of grinding,
No parties, no fun,
Then one notification drops—

'Paper leaked. Exam cancelled.'

Not because students failed.
Not because they didn't try.

But because corruption
Worked harder than they did.

They say,
'Work hard and you'll succeed.'

But every year some mafia proves
That cheating is faster than dreams.

Kota cries.
Hostels go silent.
Another student loses hope,
And nobody calls it violence.

The real question isn't—

'How did the paper leak? '

The real question is—

'Why does it keep happening? '

When students protest,
Barricades appear overnight.

But where was that urgency
When futures were being sold?

A paper doesn't leak.

Trust leaks.

Hope leaks.

Years of effort leak.

And when trust dies,
An entire generation starts questioning the system.

We're not asking for miracles.

We're asking for fairness.

Because if a nation can't protect an exam paper,

How will it protect the future written on it?