Battle field

Why do we have exams at all?
Our battlefield is the examination hall
The scene is worse than our worst nightmare
Students studying, revising when we're unprepared


We salute as the general enters
Banished from the country is the one who utters
We fold our hands and pray for our life
We close our eyes and hope we survive


We look at the paper, our minds go blank
And then we hear the machine guns and tanks
firing questions at us mercilessly
We look at each other helplessly


The pen is our gun, the mind our weapon
but without bullets, the battle cannot be won
We look around for bullets, we ask our friends
Just then, the bell rings and the war ends


Why, 'o why must this war be fought?
Why can't we remember what we're taught????

-Neha Manglik