The Exams
The months of September and February,
will not let me play or go free.
The word snatches my laughter
and if I fail...
It turns to be a disaster!
I try my best in studies in these two months,
and try not to make a single fuss.
No playing with friends and no T.V.,
Study and study!
Now I'll faint or get a big dizzy.
Some people get nightmares of scoring poor
and their friends calling them a looser!
Sometimes I think...
if I would have been in class four,
throughout the year including these two months,
I would had been in joy and was having fun more and more...
But its not so bad,
it will only prove how hard you work,
in a few days only you'll be back to your normal routine with a jerk..
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