Well, at last the ominously awaited board examinations are done and dusted with.
The most disturbing fact about them (other than being deplorably overhyped) was that they started around 2 p.m.
The time I usually set aside for a (much deserved) siesta.
It annoyed me to no end and had me looking forward to six odd sets of three-hour exercises in anger management. Surprisingly, what those extra-conscious hours resulted in is far different from what I had expected.
Here’s to the end of school life, former boys and girls:
A hurried eternity of casually meticulous preparation.
The First Hour.
Prayers and blessings The race begins sought in earnest. with smiling competition.
Momentary distraction One after another of benign handshakes persistent roadblocks vanish.
Enlightened reading A few are shoved aside, suppressed by sharing to be stormed later and choices. with renewed vigour.
Fill in data Fleeting nods, smiles unknown about yourself. to ascertain uncertain kinship.
All is well. The world just began.
The Second Hour.
A timid mechanical One's yawn is actively voice announces the stifled, while another transit. relaxes, takes a drink.
Everyone's on a clock- Sheep move around they dare not think in gladiator skin. to look out.
Mistaken whispers reign One breaks the monotony; supreme, provide shadows rides into the sunset of satisfactory answers. to take a leak.
Humour just returned. The world is ticking.
The Third Hour.
A whisper no longer Automated herald announces qualifies as a whisper. the last quarter, unyielding to silence.
A few strategically Calculated madness drunk, in mirth, strikes in a burst while still fewer lost in of euphoric adrenaline. webs unscrupulously strung.
Twilight beckons longingly The sheep stoically as sheep awaken to threaten maintain their act, lambs with wholesale slaughter. of shepherds.
Some begin the long At last, it ends relentless tread, to the end with jubilant renunciation and back. of laboured scripts.
Imperfections weed The setting sun themselves out- promises home- natural selection. until next time.
All the while, he contemplates a poem on examinations.
Thank you for reading through, folks!