Time for sick examinations,
Ruinig all our celebrations..
Gotta reach few expectations,
Gathering all our aspirations..
Reading all our confrontations,
Percentage is the world's enchantation..
Else,you better be ready for remurations,
Pin pointed at your explanation..
Out of your mere imagination,
There's always a question..
You may be destined to perfection,
But examiner needs no fiction..
Facebook,our eternal addiction,
But exam leaves no fraction..
We study with all due aggression,
Loosing all our blended attention..
Results have always been a conjunction,
Not adjective,Its brain torsion..
I wish I could leave this session,
There is something also called 'PASSION'..
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