LAST NIGHT STUDY

Waking up drowsy, early at twelve, noon;

The spark is nurturing up from the deep inside,

Let’s start the procrastinating-voyages;

To the miles long untraveled-white-pages.

With the pen, like a mighty sword in the hand;

Caught into the storm, struggling with the mind,

Doping with hard coffee, the crucial night;

Hoping that it will set awake till the fight.

Bleary magical fumes, emerged out of the book;

You, the book, gave me-the insomniac, sleeping pill,

We went to kill the silverfish and earn a few pointers;

But who knew, we would end up with all chatters.

On the doomsday, the mind was gloomy, more the eyes were sleepless;

In the wee hours, preparedness was at stake, but fearlessly, we were fearless,

At the battle, rival warriors seem the same, belonging to a hoax territory;

We had to save ourselves from the spearheading backlogs with bravery.

Captured the land ahead, till the passing line, we knew how to trick them down;

Spilled the blue blood, on the barren white-land, we knew how to kill, scribbling down,

And when the war has ended, we pray the god for the victory on our side;

Heir to the throne is yet awaited, but this journey was hell of a ride.

Don’t know how do we made it through;

Don’t know how do we made it through,

But one thing is certain, that is for sure;

We made it through somehow.