Marks
Marks
Dear marks,
You are the reason for many a life darks;
Because of you a child can't play,
And s/he has nothing to say.
What do you want to do if s/he doesn't know Math?
But he can do better than he hath.
Who are you to force him/her for Science?
Whereas s/he knows more of Renaissance .
Who has given you the right to judge?
And to create a domestic grudge.
Why can't you just let the imagination fly?
Rather than leave the soul to cry.
Why do you suck mind of everyone?
And kill all his/her fun.
But I'm sure you won't understand the pun.
Because you want yoursel, i.e. marks,
And make many a life dark.