MARKS
Marks, Marks, Marks
Haunting me around like a group of sharks
A 2 or 3-digit number
that my parents think will decide whether I'll become a doctor or a plumber
For me my marks are decent
But for my parents, they are horrifying and unpleasant
My marks will decide whether my house will be a flower bed
or a coffin made for people who are about to be dead
My marks will decide whether there will be flowers in the temple or graveyard
So to survive STUDY HARD
- B. Charan
Copyright © Charan Bandi | Year Posted 2024
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