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Am I Writing Still
I'm in the examination hall,
Going for yet another fall--
Nothing to gain--though all is lost
(Laziness has had its cost)
The paper's done--time's there--
I haven't any idea--how could I care...
This Test for sure has gone no good,
Had I studied, score I could..
But all is all--gone and over--
I surely need the Four-Leaved Clover,
'cause Luck's gone, all skill's lost
My mind's been the Devil's host...
Never before in the past,
I had found myself aghast
From Studies and Logic needed here
(God! If only I had cared....).
The Brain's lost its normal function
Of Reason and Assertion--
So much so that I'm tired now,
Did few sums--I dont know how...
So I sit here to compose this verse,
Hoping someday to shake away my Curse.....
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