I wake up in the morning
And try to remember the day,
It’s not Monday or Wednesday
It’s the examination day
I get myself prepared
And packed my bag fast,
I rush to the kitchen
To eat my breakfast.
I bow to the God
For the day to be best,
I sit in the bus
To close my eyes and rest
I enter the Examination hall
leaving my bag,
I get my pens ready
As the bell goes clang
We get the paper
And paper goes good,
I rush home to tell my mother about the paper
Which she hears in a happy mood.
August, 2024