Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Poem: The Paper

Looking at the questions, he felt weak.
For they seemed to be as complex as they can be.
Rules of many appeared in the papers, making him dizzy.
Flipping through the formulae sheets, answers he tried to seek.
Cosine, sine and tangent, numbers and words.
Filling up his head with a greater force.
And it felt like years though it's only been hour.
Betterstill, it ended up with great pleasure.
Another paper, another day, till the time they show up again.
Putting down the pen, he walked away.
From the desk he next will conquer again.