Studying

By Nivritti Sinha

I’m so sick of 

Having to study,

All my learnings

Are getting muddy.

I have too much to do

And too little time,

Too much homework

Should be a crime.

I can rarely catch

A break,

And I am still

In seventh grade.

We have a test 

Every week,

Everything is looking bleak.

Anything the teacher taught

Is not on the exam,

And the textbooks

Weigh twenty kilograms.

Nothing we learn 

Really makes sense,

Till what grade 

Do we learn about tense?

And if we can’t sleep at school,

Why study at home?

Because everything we learn

Is on our own.

And I sound really weird

Complaining like this,

But all my knowledge

Is in the abyss.

And I’m tired of worrying

About the next test,

Why can’t I just 

Get a rest?

Before one exam’s over

The next is scheduled,

And there are so many

I just wish I could redo.

I’m sure I know everything,

At least, I do when I revise,

And then I start writing

And realize,

Everything I learned

Has disappeared,

Why does no one

Think that’s weird?

Just writing this down,

Is making me stressed,

About all my thousand

upcoming tests.

I really hope I

Don’t mess up,

Goodbye, farewell,

And wish me good luck.

By Nivritti Sinha