Solace in words

There's a little panel for the world to peak in, A chance of mysteries and conspiracies to seep in, At times it shows classic walls of memories, While many scream a thousand untold stories, This little thing is someone's best friend, And a casemement through which many admire the outside world to no end, It has been picketed, shattered and what not, But has also shattered people by telling them things impossible in their thoughts, As clear as a mirror it may not be, But as interesting as an ancient wanderer's story it'll always be.

The atmosphere's tense, The competition is dense, It's all about the percentage, Regardless of the age, Bygone are those days; When exams were just a phase, Every sphere of a student's life is judged by its mugging up ability, Rather than the bright mind's logic or creativity, Knowledge is now measured by the capacity to mug up; How many books can one drink up, But not everyone can cope up, So many books wind one up, Students are loaded with so much of stress, As if their percentages would be there epitaphs.