As the beautiful sun rises in may,
As the rays begin to play,
My first end-sem exam explodes forth,
My brain is just blown off north!!
May is supposed to mean beauty and flower,
From where did this devil tower?
Is it a means to torture poor me,
And keep me as busy as a bee!!
These exams were a head-ache since nursery,
Now please divorce me as i am twenty!!
You have stuck to me like bee loving honey,
You seem to be a lover who dosent even care about money!!
Poor teacher in a fix to prepare new questions,
So they can seem as cool as lions,
But the poor kids call them vampires,
In all the papers children conspire!!
Come help my brain,
I need to throw everything in drain,
With all due respect i may leave,
By writing this i just feel relieve!!
CAclubindia
