Behind The Desk Poem by Alan Sebastian Saju

The room is still; the clock ticks on,
Their heads bowed down, the paper drawn.
In silent rows, they sit and write,
Each answer shaping day and night.
I watch them now from where I stand,
Each question crafted by my hand.
Yet in my heart, a softer plea—
I hope they see beyond the key.
Their pens will move, the grades will show,
But what they've gained they may not know.
It's in the moments we can't test
That truly show they've done their best.
So as they scribble, fill the page,
I watch them move from stage to stage.
And though this test will end today,
Their learning never fades away.
It's in the journey how they've grown,
The seeds of knowledge they have sown.
And though this test may feel so grand,
Life's true exams are rarely planned.