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.
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Author:
versifier (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These are the feelings which are encountered by a student during exams
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
This poem captures the essence of those times extremely well, while amusing us at the same time. Very well done. I quite enjoyed reading it.
thank you!:)
Ugh....very well expressed...you remind me again of it. And the image is so perfect. Excellent.
thank you!
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