The ink of scratching pens spilling onto the crisp parchment,
A hurried agony of mulled up words,
Embedded in your brain during the cicada’s screech in the previous pitched night,
Showered with caffeine shots to last the term.
Pensiveness penetrating the dead silence,
With you sleepily sunken in thoughts,
Every sentence improvised from your hazy recollections,
Of great importance in this examination paper.
An examination paper,
Is annoyingly questionable,
Stirring your mind with confusion deeper in every word,
Thoroughly analysing your ability to perserve,
Interrogating your every move,
With the shadow of the invigilator diminishing your desire to turn.
The walls of the examination hall,
Reflect the blankness of my mind into the seeped voids,
These voids which reside beside every student,
Absorb their thoughts and create a barrier,
Which restrict you from all kinds of awareness unto your conscience,
Making you unknown of the silent chaos in the examination room.
My mind breeds in these melancholic vibes,
Trying to produce legitimacy in the words I cough out on the dry pages,
Deeply I regret of not having learnt that worksheet,
As I beat around the bush,
Trying to recall what was written in that wee box at the bottom,
As I witness the wordless sheet in front of my sleepy eyes,
And the anguish in my heart intensifies.
I want to escape this gruesome state,
I can’t wait for the clock to strike twelve,
For that’s when I leave this gloomy room,
With the loitering invigilators ceasing their wide gaze,
With every student giving them a vanquished look on their way out.
There’s a rumble of question papers in the noisy corridor as soon as I leave that horrendous hell,
Plenty mistakes realised, some lucky guesses gaining accuracy,
Many beliefs being broken, and many hopes being risen,
After I give that enigmatic parchment to the academic Gods.
Who shall testify my intelligence and punish me using the magical red in their quills,
My fate hangs in their balance,
And all I can do now is wait,
For the verdict to come its way,
Which will decide my life or death,
When I’ll momentarily glance over the alloted marks, hoping for the best.
So providing a brief explanation due to popular demand😂, this poem is written to shed light on the atmosphere of an examination hall, and how a student is so immersed in thoughts, that he’s unaware of everything going on around especially the time. As a student, I tried to portray the aftermath and the preparation done for the examination as from what I’ve observed. Though the poem doesn’t express the mentality of each and every student in the hall, I’ve tried my best to pose a usual perspective on examinations.
The poem also indirectly hints at the unnecessity of taking stress during exams. A little nervousness and tension is perfectly alright, but,
An examination only examines your ability, and doesn’t determine it.
Marks don’t define you. But yes, hardwork is a necessity for success.
[…And cheating in the examination hall.. Usually not preferred😂]
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