Written long back but apt for the current situation. . .
My English book lies in a corner dark
As I try hard to make a mark
In my Math paper, practicing hard
Perhaps being cursed by the long dead
bards
Geography and Economics are engaged
in serious talks
Of how they used to accompany me to
walks
History and the Physics have struck
up a friendship
They no longer care about the poor
G.K’s gossips
Biology, as usual is loudly snoring
The world of dreams, it is busy
exploring
Chemistry is trying hard to guess
The formula of the solutions, without
making a mess
The quiet Hindi is smiling at
everyone
And the noisy art file is trying to
grab my attention
The political Science book is
watching them all
Lost in thoughts of coping with the
downfall
And the poor Math is digesting all
the sums
At times I wonder how messy it
becomes
That’s ‘before- the- exam’ scene of
my room
It stays like that from morning to
noon
Be it the ones chatting or the ones
taking a nap
All have the same thoughts-
"I had once rested comfortably in her
bag!"
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