My Days of Deep Content

Chapter - 2

For marks, we all strive,

The online classes were held live.

During class hours we'll dream,

Seeing which our teacher will scream.

In tests, for half a page we write,

But still, our answers won't be right.

Each year, we have Annual and Sports Day,

In 2022, my school closes by May.

In marks, we've cut-off,

During assembly, we all cough.

In exams, we try our best,

But forget to write our names in the test.

When we're free, we'll talk,

And each other, we'll always mock.

We tie our papers with thread,

Like wild fire, every news will spread.

Myself, I like,

In petrol price, there is a hike.

This poem may help you learn,

The best place to discern.