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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.....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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