exam TIMEPASS

Tryin to kill tym ....

so its must to write dis rhyme;

sometimes theres a whisper ..

sometimes tapping f knuckles ;

wanna give ma sheet back ...

To make me free of shakles;

sounds f turning pages...

Me rubbing my head;

evryonez hands r moving...

But it seemz like m DEAD;

hardly 10 minutes r passed ...

I wrote d whole i know ;

but in vain m sitting here ...

Coz dey r'nt lettin me go;

invigilator wandering in room...

Some students r also done ;

its even harder to sit heya dan a cross country run;

noises coming from outside d room 1 is not in dress code ...

Childhood was free of tensions ..now ma head has 2 bear ol d load;

music retrieves tension n m free frm ol griefs n pain...

Its examination hall and m writing ol dis ...feels lyk m INSANE...