Sitting in the exam hall
My hands tremble
Numbness spreads from toes
Everything seems to fall apart
Am I going to pass out
Master comes with a smiling face
Serves the paper for me to write
Sees the panic on my face
Thumbs my shoulder to boost me up
Scan the paper before I start
Not so bad as I thought
Pen is the master, travels fast
Answers seem to flow out
At times it tumbles past
Questions difficult to crack apart
Alas! Time is up
And I finish my exam at last.
Gitanjali