On the Day Before Exams

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This poem, 'On the Day Before Exams' was so titled not only because of the contents of the poem, but also because it was written literally on the day before my Finals.
After days of intense cramming my brain had had enough and was rebelling. Stubbornly, I sat in front of my book (guide) hoping to take in something.
But Nope, Zilp, Nada. Nothing.
So I picked up my phone (and later a notebook) to write this masterpiece. *Clap*Clap*
Let's witness this greatness.

On the day before exams

On the day before exams,
I find
There are a lot of things to do.
Lot of things to prepare.

There are alarms to be set
4, 4.30, 5, 5.30
All kinds of sounds to choose from
Blooming morning, tinkling, dripping
And on the day of exams
Snooze.. snooze... dismiss.

There are notes to be found.
Copies, papers, slides
List of topics to be made
Lectures, syllabus, past questions
And on the day of exams
Fasttrack guides

Ah! the file should be completed
H&E sharpen , H&E breaks
Never ending this game
Squamous cells, polygonal cells, labels
But the day of the exams,
Sir just throws it to the side table.

Sit at your desk, Look at the books
Thick books ,thin copies
On the day of exams,
Thinner exam papers

Oh, have to buy a pen
Pen, pencil, refill
Stationary trip
On the day of exams,
Full ink, empty paper, empty brains.

On the day before exams
I find
There are lots to do, lots to prepare
Open the book
pick up the phone, write a poem.
-Manishi Shrestha




Enjoy this, what I hope, is a relatable poem and lets pray for our finals.

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