A room full of students, each one a fighter.
Armed with pens, stick- ons and a highlighter.
Each competing to know more than the other.
The noose of competition just growing tighter.
Each student makes guilt rise to my throat.
My exams look like a sinking boat.
I force myself to read a few lines.
Seldom understood, mostly by rote.
Words blur, sentences seen as a haze.
I feel so confused, as if lost in a maze.
Unwittingly drown in deep slumber.
Lose track of time, get up in a daze.
I force myself to read some more.
Smile to myself as I hear someone snore.
Watch a video or change the subject.
Until the other subject also begins to bore.
I get up for a snack and a cup of tea.
Grab a few moments of being carefree.
Sip it as slowly as I can.
Before dragging myself back to the Library.
I then lose focus, then begin to yawn.
Yet persist till I just can’t go on.
I finally give up and pack to go home.
Promise to come back next day at dawn.
So that’s how, in the Library, I spend my day.
When exams beg and plead me to stay.
As all other means of passing have failed.
And studying seems like the only way.