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
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Gitanjali (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Though I had attended a number of examination.The fear of Exam never left me. Nowadays I feel our students are more confident .
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
Exams can be so frightening until you start them.
Andy
It’s not that we lack knowledge, it’s being tested is what scares us, but with composition like yours, you sail right through.
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