Sadness And Happiness Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Pages by pages I turn,
I want to get up and run.
There's no way I finish this portion,
Well, for that I don't have a magic potion.

The book became heavier,
And so did my eyelids.
I cannot read anymore,
As my eyes went sore.

I dreamt of a flower bed,
On which I'd like to tread.
Right then it disappeared,
Like the formulae I learnt last year.

I walk along the beaten path,
Enraged and full of wrath.
There's nothing more to this dream,
Except, it being lonely and grim.

I lift my head and look forward,
Towards the endless horizon,
Like a face in a nameless crowd,
As big as the amazon.

Someone's calling my name,
Sleepily I look around with shame.
Oh! I am rescued from the dream,
I hardly recall the dream requiem.

I see the book in front,
Untouched and unturned.
Well, I didn't finish reading,
But the midnight oil had burned...

My mind memorized nothing,
I couldn't do anything.
Now, its sadness all around,
To fail the exam I am bound.

Then I wondered, 'Whats today's date? '
I could hear my heart's increasing rate.
Yesterday the exam was tomorrow,
Actually it was day after tomorrow.

This little part of my life,
Defined my greatest happiness.
There was still time left,
For the subsiding sadness.