The Scene in an Examination Hall

                        There can't be any contradiction

                        Among men of any station,

                        That scene of examination,

                        Be't of any variation

                        Is just one of three dimension,

                        Of how in acceleration,

                        Coupled with smooth reproduction,

                        Miles away from all wild tension,

                        We win the goal of completion,

                        Within the time stipulation,

                        Yet some in vague speculation,

                        Try to grasp back in their vision

                        What's lost in memorization.

                        Failed,they draw others'attention;

                        But how,it's not nice to mention.

                        He, who's on invigilation,

                        Rolls his eyes in great suspicion,

                        For he fears some thievish action

                        Been taken in desperation.

                        Meanwhile the gong in suspension

                        Marks aloud the proclamation-

                       `Stop writing!Time's for submission'!

                       At once comes relief,purgation,

                        Calm of mind and spent all passion.