Books are up on the head,

Compelling me to feel dead,

Exams everytime,

With subjects nine,

All the time gets wasted,

In getting the notes learnt,

Pulley, Marchantia and stoichiometry,

Have caused me in the room solitary,

Ghalib, Iqbal, Shakespear and Wordsworth,

Have taught me a minute’s worth,

Lectures so feary,

Eyes so scary,

Teachers with a sea of anger,

When disappointed with our answers,

Ever felt like if a lilly has blossomed,

If any teacher were absent,

Sleeping on the books miserably,

When exams are the next day unfortunately,

Everything’s gonna be alright my heart,

Thats what a layman’s byword,

Life is too long,

But these days are among,

My best days of life,

My days of being a student.