This poem is dedicated to all the kids out there who are pressured by exams.
The time has come again,
for all to strife in pain,
lost energy can't be regain,
faces were pale and plain.
Sleepless nights and candle lights,
burning away all our might,
just before the sky is bright,
working endlessly through the dark night.
From dusk till dawn,
we seem to yawn,
as lullabies weave a drowsy sound,
threatening us to lie down.
I'm sick of this insanity,
the craziness I face,
where is the humanity,
as lost childhood I trace.
Exam, tests, marks and grades,
productiveness and winning,
it is all that ever counts,
whereas other stuff had no meaning.
Give me back my life!
A life that a child deserve.
Take away the unwanted pressure,
the tiredness I have preserved.
-2005-
The time has come again,
for all to strife in pain,
lost energy can't be regain,
faces were pale and plain.
Sleepless nights and candle lights,
burning away all our might,
just before the sky is bright,
working endlessly through the dark night.
From dusk till dawn,
we seem to yawn,
as lullabies weave a drowsy sound,
threatening us to lie down.
I'm sick of this insanity,
the craziness I face,
where is the humanity,
as lost childhood I trace.
Exam, tests, marks and grades,
productiveness and winning,
it is all that ever counts,
whereas other stuff had no meaning.
Give me back my life!
A life that a child deserve.
Take away the unwanted pressure,
the tiredness I have preserved.
-2005-
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