The young lad
Studies through the dawn.
Sifting through pages
across the morning yawn
Wearily, he gazes through his glasses.
He tumbles somehow through the day
Trying, to understand the
Kinetic Theory of Gases.
When, oh when? Will it end?
His onerous rite of waking up
And studying, despite
Being worn out on the inside,
Keeps him afloat among the wreck.
When the world is sinking
Into an abyss
He is happy to just, be.
Yes he is,
To be on the verge of sanity,
To barely hold on to humanity,
To wake up, every morning.
For the situation outside is far worse.
While men lose their loved ones and
Moan in grief,
Happy he is; to study, and sleep.
This poem was written by MARS taking into consideration the pains of a student, who studies without knowing whether his exams would be held or not, who takes infinite pains to memorize the dreaded formulae just so he can score well, and set himself up in life. This is to all the students out there.
