IDIOTS

What has happened to me, I don’t know,

My preparation has hit an all-time low,

Tomorrow’s my semester examination,

But even then I am in my world of imagination.

I feel too tired to move an inch from my room,

The lair is much dusty, despite my latest attempts with a broom,

Its kinda hot and sticky, my body is exhausted,

I am down with a regret, my world seems rusted.

The atmosphere does resemble a normal working day,

There is no sign of the rush, while the sun shines, to make hay,

Calm and carefree seem to be, the guys here,

The peace, with the impending doom, is too much to bear.

I can not study even the smallest bit,

My writings are worse than shit,

I tend to write poems instead of study,

I wait, in vain anguish, for a text from my best-buddy.

None seem to care for the examination coming up,

Results do burst the bubble with a loud pop,

I wish I had studied a bit more,

A 9 point would have been easy to score.

The day before the 2^nd Semester of my B.Tech life in In-Campus Boys’ Hostel, CVRCE.

Aditya and Arko are arguing with each other, I am lying on my bed writing this poem, Bhavani’s not in the room, probably having a chat somewhere else.This is the life I’ll miss!!!