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An exam, after all!



It is an exam, she had been told!
Some meticulous planning, scheduling and studying
Nothing she hadn't aced before
School and college work had been rewarding
It is yet another exam, after all!

Like always, there shall be no stone unturned
Read and write for long stretches
Stretches and walks in short breaks
Selective study as per the marks it fetches
Just an exam, after all!

More sweat in training meant less blood in battle
Day and night wasn't as per the position of sun anymore
Portions of syllabus covered decided its end
Notes and questions more important than any chore
Exam wont wait for her, it wont!

This was the time to make things happen
Revise and re-revise till facts form a chain
A lot was left to summarise and memorise
Till each detail has a GPS pin in the brain
Exam was coming close, it was!

Questions became black holes with no limits to depth
Oh wait, not just the recollection and memory
She also had to brush her writing skills
How is today's politics affected by history of last century
This Exam ain't so easy, it isn't!

Mind telling her to push her limits more
People like you have finished the revered race
They persevered through these thorny trails
Keep striving and trying, no matter your pace
Is this all for an exam?

Harder and harder to keep the reins in control
The volume of information takes her in its fold
Her books and notes take her in its hold
Pause a while, take a long break maybe?
No, no, it is an exam!

Questions from people didn’t make it easy
One exam slowly turned into a test of self worth
The true trial of intelligence and hardwork
The nectar that the real maestros would unearth
Is this really just an exam?
 
In her mind the clock didn’t just stop ticking
Sheer volume of information overwhelming
Movies or podcasts something might help?
Hours in isolation saw her motivation sapping
Did they say it was an exam?

Gorging on all channels of motivation and inspiration
Eyes fixing over those that normalised quitting
But she had all the raw materials for success
How many people will she have to explain
But it is just an exam, is it not?

Her heart wanted brighter horizons to chase
An exam wasn't meant to be the end, for sure
It was supposed to make a path of promise
Rather than scar and mar a soul so pure
It was just an exam, after all!

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