Percentile Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Like a jig-jaw puzzle
the percentile score of exams
Pierced into my stressed veins..
gathers a sudden attention at once
On my future moves...
New recognition so uncomfortable
My toss and toil..
Everything went out stale wees a new story line
in every mouth..
Myself shut! !
To listen shouts and screams
from parent's mouth..
The images of score board dances n my sight..
Little hesitantly accepts it as my flight...
My lilting spark slowed a bit..
The agony and frustration boosted me
with a igniting fire
To face and fight..
Score a good percentile.. Next time..