We all students, usually go to a place,
Where we **** our mind, to its last trace;
Where we literally destroy our brain,
In a room, in a house, beside a drain;
I also remember that lame place,
Where getting grades was a race;
There was a teacher, we called her Ma'am,
She held information like a RAM;
From phone numbers to for what we did crave,
When will we die to where will be our grave!
The state of the place, i can't tell,
It can be compared to the hell;
We all sat in a small room,
Where money was given to meet our doom;
In all the corners and in many a side,
It smelled like a mouse has died;
The air conditioner was for name sake,
It gave more water than a lake;
Without tables, we couldn't rest our head,
Our two hands were our sleeping bed;
We used to bring some unknown books,
We used to give them ***** looks;
And yes, oh yes there were many tests,
Taking revenge was what we thought was best;
A meeing was held, a team was made,
Of "The Tricksters", foundations were laid;
Discussions were held, we made a plan,
We strived to do whatever we can;
We used to enter with shoes full drenched,
PubG was played at last bench;
Lame questions were prepared and said aloud,
Being a laughter stock for the crowd;
On that evil, cursed test date,
The house was abandoned by all classmates;
Needless to say, we did cheat,
Our work was *****, not so neat;
From reminding the teacher that i am an Indian,
To being a perfect stand up comedian;
We have certainly tried it all,
We even did some fun prank calls;
From secretly having a pack of chips,
To suggesting the teacher some teaching tips;
We have enjoyed in that hall,
From where our parents recieved some calls
And as it turns out, a chair is gone,
Was it kidnapped in the hours of dawn?
Oh there it is, with its brother,
Just over here, but over the other;
And in that room, as bad as hell,
The sound of the *******, still does dwell;
That's how i complete the long list,
A dozen other things still exists;
We completed our revenge, mam was irritated,
By our torments, she was frustrated;
That's how our deadly revenge was taken,
The place, by us, was indeed shaken;
Where doubts were cleared to cause more confusion,
We won't forget that tortuous -
"TUTION"
