An Exam

by Harihar Rai Jha

An exam knocking at the door
how to avoid, I desperately try
my body trembles in helplessness
like an orphan, I feel like crying

I try to read, the books are flying
frightened I attempt to scream
what a nasty and strange the moment
looks like I'm in a dream...

my note-book shaping like blue sky
my mind in puzzle unable to guide
shaking my hand turns into a pen
but the ink of my charity is dried

breathing my last reciting in vain
I hold my heart in awe
a brief homage being paid in tears
for me or for my grandma!

I am dragged to an examination hall
I find it hard to breathe
an angle of death as examiner
just dreaming? or is it my death?

02-Apr-2006

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