End sEm

endsems with endless syllabus
wake me early in the morning
overcoming loads of inertia i start
but still bed calling to the dreams

rushing the pages thorough
like infinte times
but left with no clue
what may come in the exam

i start looking for omen
as nine ticks in the clock
so that i gain extra luck
to save myself form a duck

holding the question paper
I wonder what i see
sticking my pen with paper
a complete mind shut

as far as my memory reads
not even a answerable question
taking my time to start

the rules of the game
there is a logic
there is a magic

In the end there is always
a mystery about grade
only one thing is certain
yes yes yes the sem ended!!