
Is that what they call University?
The sad reality of modern studies…
We began with high thoughts and aspiration; To focus on the one, our admiration. Hoping to achieve it with much ease; But knowing the harsh reality got us on our knees.
Do you remember your first morning on the rise? You were all excited to think twice; For me, I couldn’t wait to draw the sheets that day. And now, I don’t even want to stay! I was impatient and ready for my first lecture; But, least did I knew the catcher. Assignments and tests, all on one deadline; Why does it look like the end of my bloodline? Imagine how it feels to be stressed and depressed; Followed by a night with little or no rest. I’m too tired to even take a sigh; What else can I deny? Oh yes! We all can tell the tale, All at once, with much detail. Is that what they call University? All I can say — it’s a tenacity!






