BY. U. ABBAS
Sleep, study, strive
The time has yet to arrive
Buzzer goes off and my hands get to work
Fingers tap the keys, lips mouth the deadly definitions
My mind is a sponge, however, it can’t do its job
Deadlines come fast
I’m not even halfway done
My brain is going to explode
And my heart will implode
My social life is dead
Now asking me to take revenge
Just like Hamlet’s father, in his room, on his bed
Textbooks are my rebound and
sticky notes are my new friends
With pencils, calculator and paper
I will conquer my battle
The time to take the stage has yet to arrive
With perseverance and stamina,
I will not blow out
Sleep, study, strive
Sleep, study, strive