In the examination hall

Next year I will be in

My new standard.

I was writing

What I was fed

Through out the

Whole year.

My pens were running

The paper was coloured

But I had no will to fill,

The fear of sheet

Made me do so.

Out side, the lucky

Monkey on the roof

Was enjoying

And inside, I was bored .

Thought of his freedom

 And happiness,

But the next, they remain

Monkey lifelong I thought.

I have to go ahead

With all my stuff

I would have gathered

Till my adulthood

And strive for my excellence,

The monkey still will be

Merrymaking on the roof,

I would have gone

On the wings of new life

That I don't know

But must be better than

The chores, the monkey did.