The answer sheets are pure white
The smell of newly printed question paper
Lingered around the room.
My mind is blank line
The blank question paper before me.
I had a feeling that
The examiner looked like Pluto,
“The God of Death”
With his weapons as question papers.
He was bringing me the
“End of life”, because I knew
Passing the exam was difficult
That conquering the Everest..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem