Examination
On your coming scholars run helter-skelter
How powerful thy stings permeate
Some got sick before the date
Naughty good scholars escape thy stings.
On your coming candles melt, die and part.
Like mosquitoes they become to stand
Browsing and researching into papers not blood.
Your bark far worse than, I think your bite.
On your coming tears run out of the intelligence
Why didn’t I meditate before you start
When mouth crows or whistles start
Pen writes and rulers measure
On your coming, scholars play with caution
On your coming, scholars embrace tension.
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