Still feels like the First Exam of my Life.................

(Meaning of the Archaic words used: Mote: Might, May ; Maketh: Makes ; Art: Are ; I used them just because of my affinity towards them!)

As I sit at the examination table,
My mind starts to wander,
I recollect old stories and fables,
All those little bits tender,
The hall seems to fade away,
I'm looking at myself so young.

Still feels like the First Exam of my life.

Me, Holding a pencil, Scratching my hair,
With Vinod sitting next to me,
This ain't a sight so rare,
This is the one which I often see.
Never rode my neighbour's horse,
Such innocence , We mote never see.

Still feels like the First Exam of my life.

A bigger me comes to my mind,
Harish, Sharath, Faraaz by my side,
Copying, Cheating, an altogether new find,
Never letting it take its hold,
Close to my heart my friends I hold,
A heart with complexities, increased manifold.

Still feels like the First Exam of my life.

I find myself riding my neighbour's horse,
While lending my own to other's cause,
The dare in me maketh me lie,
Lie to my own broken conscience,
Even with Rohan,Rakesh, Sambhav,Piyush,
Struggle to mend our broken wills.

Still feels like the First Exam of my life.

And now, I realise the situation,
I'm at place with 4000 fellow nerds,
I'm at a place which is my dream realised,
And still I'm short of words,
Who art the shoulders I'll rest on forever,
And I look at my paper, and conclude:
DESTINY CHOSE THE REAPER.

Still feels like the First Exam of my life.