Comedy of Cut-offs

My sister scored an eighty,

My cousin landed on eighty-seven.

Oh! You thought that was mighty

There is no such satisfying heaven.

Just when you thought sky is the limit,

It too became an achievable summit.

They call it the ‘Topper’s Syndrome’

It’s spreading at an insane speed.

It can even trickle down to your home;

Hath you pay no heed!

This is a real deal,

Unlock their minds and that shall reveal.

The official notice says hundred;

‘Only the eligible shall be admitted

And the rest is for reserved’

I rub my glasses

To give myself the feel of a nerd.

Did I stand among the coveted herd?

So, I am the loser who didn’t

Fill the enlisted criteria.

Only if hundred was just a digit

And the number system was never in my memorabilia.