VIVA-VOCE

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.

Incognito,incongrous -simply

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....

But..

I Always enter the viva-room

With quasi fear,just as before

Nd aftr it come out n rush for quaff..!!!