The sem-time has come again.
With it ,has arrived the viva-voce....
The incubus of mine.
No other way left other than to
Denunciate own self,
After comin out frm the room,
Acting a dumb.
All the friends before me got
easy questions to answer.
But wen my term comes,
I only get to hear some alien questions
Which obviously i cnt answer.
Donno wats dere in my face
Do i look more intelligent dan d rest??!! :(
Even if by any chance i answer a question,
D questions dat follow, takin to d 'depth'
Of the subject Simply Takes Me
To the state of Languor.
These words play in my mind
Proving once agn that i m incorrigible now.!!
When on d viva table teacher asks
To derive equations n formulae
Nd draw the resilence graph..;
Aftr turmoil wen something is represented somehow,
That seems a clepsydra to d person in front.
Oh.,..M proud m d new author of that subject,.!!
Some dare to b smart enuf to speak
The wrong munificently....But i feel...as if
I havent yet learnt to speak.
Anyday by anychance
If i give a nice viva
Emulating the fisticuff of the teacher
I go over cloud-9...
but thats quiet a rare incident..!!!
Y dese teachers r not a bit clement..
Dint they face ppl like demselves evr..?
So many friends n foes give me
So many suggestions to face Them,
Nd to efface the fear....
I Always enter the viva-room
With quasi fear,just as before
Nd aftr it come out n rush for quaff..!!!