Semesters are the inferno which set us off,
Waiting for them to extinguish before they spark off,
But hour hand seems to move in a slow motion,
Leaving us in the ring fire of tension!
When nightmares become a regular episode,
And even fun do'nt act as an antidote.
An age when the mates enter into stakes,
And length of the syllabus look wildest snakes!
A time when hangouts with friends become a rarity,
And we reluctantly accept studies as a priority.
When the silence in the homes become a feature to stay,
And phantoms of subjects haunt us every way.