Maths’ Practical Poem by Siddhant Sharma

Life is a circle.
I still remember my last maths’ practical,
My roll number was twenty two.
Chaos prevailed, The students who
Had given there their practical were
Being asked by others;
Some others were advertising
Their knowledge
On the board.
Some were crying; some were scared.
Sir was doing a strict marking.

I decided to keep my cool,
And that ended everything.
My cool had jammed my brain,
And I couldn’t answer a single question.
I was awarded a Zero.

This year I have come back
To the same point.
I am not scared,
But there is some heat,
Some anger, some activeness.

Will all go fine?

Siddhant Sharma