Eerie silence...
Restless feet tap-danced...
Fuming Impatiently,
To get rid of that feeling of Insecurity....
Drab Hours, Sleepless nights
Of arduous study...
Weren't I sincere?
Yes, but why? ...Mind is BLANK....
Perspiration...Inspite
The air-conditioned classroom
Q.P handed out...
B.P on the high...
In the name of Almighty,
Whom, on a normal day,
I seldom recall...
I measured my intellect,
Upon a set of problems...
'It was easy enough'...
With a sigh of relief...
OUT of the hall, OUT of the strain...
Once more, neglecting that Power,
Which helped me OUT...

Raihana Abdul Jabbar

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