Scene At The Examination Hall Poem by KAUSHAL SABOO

Pen-dropp scilence was there,
Cannot enter even a mare,
Everyone was looking in his paper,
Those who do not know anything were playing with wrapper.

Eyes were not allowed to be peep,
On head there was tension's heap,
Peon was also showing his rudeness,
Want to ring bell, giving us time, less,

Teacher was roaming here and there,
No one even to copy, dare,
We all know that our marks will become our identity,
May be we are too witty.

Someone was in hurry, someone in tense,
But everyone was thinking about the tense.
Question are more but life is small,
This is a scene at an EXAMINATION HALL! ! !