This is the time


And we have whole night ahead

Of us; Studying, while in bed, grieved,

Lamenting, how freedom sieved away

Through our fingers in the day, so bright

No more, no matter how we fight with ourselves,

With procrastination dusting shelves and books

Whose pages’ turning stalled looks have left

A hollow feeling in the head bereft of that

Healing touch; This way we sat all dumb

Brainstorming that granite till numb is all

We feel, till our eyelids fall and shut

And regret- what we must feel, but instead

We don’t; We know it’s in our head, because

Professor told us it all as it was while we moped

Up and all of that will be evoked tomorrow

In our exam- students’ damned sorrow!

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