They are over Our exams And here’s what I’ve got to say Forget a day There wasn’t an hour In which I remembered of you not Exams aside Tension aside All that my head got Was just your thought Forget my exams I’ll pass any way But I’ll pray to God That more than the sun, you shine I am not writing all this Just for its sake I swear it’s form inside Every word every line And in advance a happy budday When you become one-nine I am not happy about this poem ‘Coz it has turned up not so fine Anyway At least, it is mine |
17 July-99
