IS LUCK A REALITY ?

  

I should have been with the books, 

Sparing no time for fun or mischief. 

The test required intensive preparation, 

And my brain was worried about cramming 

All the new information in just one go. 

  

Nothing unusual occurred on the day. 

Starving stomachs demanded laborious time 

Than the qualification that a proud society demanded. 

Life-sustaining chores were our prime priority 

And all our eyes and hands were restless in the dark. 

  

It was the final exam that decided my future 

And the exam books were baffled at my negligence. 

Maybe they were glad they weren't bothered. 

They lay quiet in the dark of the room, undisturbed 

But we had a day-like night, sweating 

  

The exam day passed with no struggle 

As I was the least deranged and worried. 

My parents had no high expectations, Oh gosh! 

I wasn't overburdened with the expectations 

Of a white-collar job like my friends and their family. 

  

The result wasn't even an anxiety 

As passing or failing meant nothing to us. 

God is still alive! The result proved it. 

And we had little celebration on the achievement, 

As getting our hollow stomach filled meant a lot more. 

  

But looking back now, being a teacher myself, 

I still have no clue how I got through 

The mysterious linguistic examination. 

Maybe assessments aren't too hard as exaggerated 

Or perhaps, luck is a reality as is destiny. 

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