The halls are quiet, the clock is loud,
A sea of heads, a focused crowd.
Behind each other, a story dwells,
More than a grade or ringing bells.
“We are not numbers on a page”
A student sighs, coming of age.
“My worth is not a percentage or score,
I have a spark, and much more.”
The ink may smudge, the palms may sweat,
On questions framed to make us fret.
But deep inside, the knowledge grows,
Beyond the lines the teacher shows.
An exam is but a single gate,
It does not seal a person’s fate.
It tests the memory, sharp and fast,
But not the dreams that truly last.
So breathe in deep, and hold your head,
Let courage drive away the dread.
For even if marks fall short,
Your brilliant mind is your own fort.
The world awaits a different test:
To find your heart & give your best.
To write your truth & let it shine–
Success is yours, and it’s divine…
Ashtami LondheClass – 7thSchool – Eon Gyanankur English. Kharadi
