Decimals and fractions
crowd my mind.
Formulas and equations
come in rows.
Punctuations and propositions
crisscross with a drag.
Spellings and grammar
keep me at bay.
Am restless all the more
never at peace.
It is the school days,
I relive.
I go behind in decades
without any hesitation.
Love to stay for a while
as the years so far,
and those yet to come
make me tired.
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