Evaluation Poem by Prasanna Mishra

like the ostrich they buried their heads
into answer-sheets
while I ducked eye contact
with my invigilator and
looked at the rainbow
of red; maroon; pink; yellow dupattas;
jeans and shoes.

I gained experience
while the rest laboured
to vomit erudition putrefied.

the bell rang
I handed un-spoilt
sheets with empty space galore
for evaluator to write what he liked,
while knowledge scribbled
on other sheets evaluator
had no need to read.