পুরাই অস্থির লিখছে, যাকে বলে একেবারে হার্ট টাচিং :D I see my mate, He is settled a little ahead, Yeah hes like me, With a good-for-nothing, rebellious head. And afore us, upon the desk, Are spread two virgin sheets, One contains those shitty questions, And the next one is kept untouched and neat. Yeah we both hear them swear, Nail us, you lousy loafer But we chew our pens and scratch our heads, And assume the profile of an old philosopher. And there is this fan above, Hung unto the webbed ceiling, Like our brains it goes round and round, Shares the same fate, the same feeling. I see my mate look at it, And give it a dire, serious stare, And then the chap breaks into a smile, Apparently hes found his answers there. And yeah he scribbles a line or two, With whatever the fan had to offer, With such heaviness and geekiness, Youd have mistaken him for the class topper. I am no different; I just cant sit there, Doing nothing but chewing my pen, (Which btw has started to taste salty now) , But to seek my answers in the revolving fan. But the fan is no good eh, What such fuss, my mate had to made, But then, but then didnt I hear it say, SONNY WHY DONT YOU EXPLORE YOUR CREATIVE HEAD? ? ? Now when it comes to being creative, Being creative inside an exam hall, Its like, be it any goddamned diseases, I propose the same therapeutic protocol. So I wrote about how some passive movements, Combined with some active assisted range, And a little of meditation done at the end, Can really bring about a profound change. And then i too broke into a pathetic smile, You see such is the thing called creative power, I could have answered some more questions, (YEAH WITH THE SAME ACTIVE-PASSIVE-MEDITATION LOGIC) Hadnt my watch stroked the first hour. So thanking to the fan above, For all the divine hints it had lent, Me and my mate rush out of the exam hall...
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 05:20:58 +0000
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