When exams are near,
And you’ve ‘nt got far;you fear.
The books play hide,
And you hunt ’em all side.
The pleasure of seeking,
hunting,studying and readying,
All ceases the moment you see the smally,
which is the core, the syllabi , how lovely.
Stranger still the way you go jolly,
Until the D-day which comes slowly.
At the end you’ll feel the hell is on you
And you’ll wanna yell and say “tableau”.
Hurricanes in mind never make you seat
When hell is on,you never sense the heat
You’ll wanna run and make all fun
And you’ll tell yourself; “let’s finish this one”.
When the heat resides
And you wonder what’s besides
Only thing you wanna answer
Is , have I got anywhere ?
PS:This is the result of writing Process Control Instrumentation 7th semester Applied Electronics and Instrumentation , University of Calicut.
I would like backgroung jazz and guitar for this poem, if it can be called so.