Friday, 8 May 2015

Test Of Life

Life took my test at each turn,
Without practice or revision, or the option to skip,
I was ordered to give each examination,
The result being withheld each time.
An exam was even given at the cost of a life,
Instead of pen and paper, given were a stack of responsibilities,
Instead of an exam hall, was made to sit in an office,
Instead of the exam, to be written were the books of accounts,
Instead of the writing time, what had passed was my father.
After finishing we think,
We might have written that better,
We should have explained that one thing too,
We could have solved it in a different manner,
I too get the same thoughts,
Each day, when I try to connect the missing dots.