This poem reflects the sentiments of a typical student in high school struggling while preparing for his final examination. <br /> <br />When it's time for examination, <br />my mind is filled with apprehension <br />regarding problems on integration <br />and the theory of approximation. <br /> <br />When I'm studying reflection and refraction, <br />outside on the street, there's a lot of commotion: <br />with people gathered for a politician's oration <br />to woo them for the impending election. <br /> <br />As I try to understand the topic on respiration <br />I feel it may lead to suffocation <br />So I meditate for relaxation <br />and begin the countdown for my vacation. <br /> <br />Why can't there be chemistry without calculation <br />or biology without heredity and variation? <br />Why do I need to learn about the Indus valley civilization <br />or cram all the articles of the Constitution? <br /> <br />How am I to remember the climate, soil and vegetation? <br />How will learning Environmental Education lead me to salvation? <br />How will reading Shakespeare improve my communication? <br />And why are my Hindi lessons so filled with dramatization? <br /> <br />Why do I have to sacrifice Physical Education <br />for the sake of curriculum completion? <br />Why can't I have unlimited hours of Computer Application <br />Without having to fear about examination? <br /> <br />I'm sure you'll agree that examination <br />only kills my creativity and imagination. <br />Can someone please work towards its abolition <br />so that my life becomes one grand celebration? <br /> <br />Geeta Ashok<br /><br />Gita Ashok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/examination-7/
