Your exams are near
But you have no fear
Uttered, a teacher
Did you get it my dear?
Through out the session
You were never in obsession
For your future reason But You blamed the season.
How many times, I told
To stand and be bold
But you, stupid boy
Took it like a toy,
Life is not a bed of roses
And not to stand for poses.
Now the final date sheet is out
And in you some pain is fraught.
Life is not to excuse
And hard-work to refuse.
It's never late for those
Who commit the same with repose.
Stand and try to catch the stars
And make your life free from scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem