Examination Hall

A silent classroom,

The monotonous whirring of the fan,

A perfect recipe

To lull one to sleep.

But

I must not sleep.

This is a supervision duty

To supervise those who

Don't need supervision

And so

I keep myself awake

Pacing up and down

While the students look up

And wonder--

Whatever happened to the teacher?

And-

When did this zombie

Suddenly appear?!

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They stare into space,

Trying to remember

That one word

That one line

So crucial to the answer.

Jay writes on and on

While Jinal takes a rest

Before she buckles down again.

Rachita and Gandhar

Seek inspiration and divine intervention!

The light of knowledge

Shines upon them

And the writing starts

All over again.

Ankita has a little bite from her snack box

All this----

For inspiration- you see.

Bushra and Disha

Wish they had more comfortable chairs

They could have a snooze

But

A long languid stretch will have to do.

Palak, Madhuri and Anushri

Are as focused as one can be

With eyes rolling in tandem.

Trisha smiles into her paper

Telling the world

This is a piece of cake.

While Nirali

Embodies the spirit of the class

Writing and

Dare I say it-

Looking at me for inspiration.

A motley group of people,

They and me,

Caught in a trap

Called

Examinations!!

[ A poem written by my teacher Mrs. Anita Phillips while she supervised during our exam. thank you ma'am for everything]