The Atmosphere Before Exams

I wonder what's going to happen,

After some thousand hours,

If my territory will be shaken,

Or it'll be like 'ours'.

My heart's pounding,

My nerves are giving me jerks,

My hands are bounding,

And history is giving me smirks.

No time left to die,

Unfortunately, I say that with a sigh,

What will happen, I've got my exams to go by,

O Lord help me with the exams of mine

Portia and Bassanio's love story,

Became a complete hell for me,

What was British doing with Indians,

Made me cut all my entertainment mediums.

Asia has longest river as Yangtze,

Who said I don't agree?

Population is rising and brain is being drained,

But what will happen making us explain?

Syllabus is over at school,

Learning is nothing but hard work's tools,

We students are hereby mules,

And our school is our knowledge pool. 

Vast syllabus, less time,

Quiet noises, questions chime,

Loud enough to scream on us,

So that we write fast and make a cheerful fuss.