The results are what all await,
The results are what which make our fate.
Most of the time,
They are highly unfair,
Yet we have to accept them,
Without any protest.
Exams are based on results,
Which doesn’t give any merit.
Merits are only found in one’s self.
But a meritorious soul is very hard to find.
Results are what we all await, In anxiety, in tension,
In pray to Our beloved Lord,
Yet when they come,
We stand still,
As if time has stopped,
When they are announced our heart beat rises.
After they are declared we all are relieved.
We are the ones who run after results,
But we can do better without waiting for them.
The results don’t build our lives,
The results are not important.