[Poetry] Exam Fever

Hello, are you thinking something?
Are you anxious?
Are you looking out of the window?
Are you suffering from the exam fever?

The proctor enters the room
Mumbling a few swear words,
You learn something new, you're excited now
More than you ever were when reading your books.

That to and fro pacing of the proctor
Makes your heart beat and thump,
Your hands move, you look at the window
But your feet tie you back to the room.

There is no use of these futile exercises
There is no use even passing one of these,
You will remain the same as you're now
Until life becomes your teacher.

When I was a child and the exam season approached
My two hands shook, as if cold,
My head ached and my heart pounded endlessly
I thought I had a fever!

When I was a child like you
I used to be immersed in a sea of books,
Now I feel I'd learned nothing back then
And I know so much more now.

I know so much more about life as I lived it
I know more than from those petty school books,
I can explain it, you will not understand
That knowledge is not to be found in your textbooks.

How can they teach you anything anyway?
By cooping you into those four walls,
When your mind is flowing out of the window
Looking out for a quick escape?

[Poetry] Getting Rid of The Country

Someone out there,
Says the countryside is fine and fair,
But not me, I am all alone here, deeply disgruntled!

But then I think I deserve it all,
All the hate, all the frustrations, all the gall,
That I feel inside, for I prefer being lazy and settled!

The bushes, the forests NOT what I am after,
Large trees I hate to pass by, though they offer birds shelter,
Don't! I just don't wanna live here anymore, nettled!

For the buses, the chaos, the hustle bustle,
Are what attract me, love to see damsels in trouble,
Love the confusion, that's where I wanna get settled!

But then I think I deserve it all,
For have I ever been industrious, in summer or fall?
So I guess I must remain in this ****ass country all life, nestled!

Was offered a job at a mall but declined,
Was told by mom to 'WORK! EARN!' but I reclined,
Who else can I blame then, for living here, scuttled?

Peace and quiet do not belong to my taste,
But this is where my home is, where I must rest,
Or I have the choice to live on city's sidewalk, unsettled!