A question that changes the moment you answer it….
A poem on life and its question paper
Never seen a more out of course paper,
Where every question seems out of syllabus,
Where no question can be skipped,
But some questions can be deferred.
Never seen a paper which asks you everything,
All that you know is tested,
Practical exams without any preparation.
The right answers are none.
What does the examiner mark us on?
Our ability to change or stay the same?
Our attempt to answer the question?
Our bravery or strength or knowledge?
When are the results declared?
Where will they be posted?
Is there a merit list?
Or everyone passes?
SHAILAZA SINGH
A lot of deep thoughts in this. Too many questions and like you beautifully put it – the answers keep changing. But that’s the riddle of life.
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