Wake up Rohan, wake up; today you’ve a test!
He eats up Calculus and Calorimeter in good jest,
Chews on mundane axioms one, two unto five
And belches theorems of geometry dead and alive.
Rohan moves to school in nonstop research and reveries,
Of his tutors with monstrous knowledge from mortuaries.
Oh! Does his face turn turtle or purple? Of course not gentle
As he taps, the electronic face spews out data that startle!
He ponders o’er not so green a “Green Revolution”!
He is rushed to the Pink City o’er the deep blue Ocean
He learns of blue litmus that turn rancid with acid
And suffers lessons on Yellow Fever and how things go placid
‘Rohaan’ calls the French Madam and goes on to grill
On this and that and ‘bonjour Mademoiselle’
She checks her watch set on patterns o’ Conjugation
And, yells to the class to take her petite translation
The great India history is a funny story
The boiling point of Hydrogen a great glory!
Geography turns so dreary with Mr. Pot-Belly Thomas
He irritates with his snide jokes and worn out smelly Atlas!
Rohan crams determiners and metaphors in spells
More idioms and pernicious tenses, and it tells!
What’ more is made up in radicals and molecules
While Benzenes, Al-de-hydes and Ke-tones stare in ridicule
He is at his creaky desk to the right, really, really a sorry sight
He stares at the queries on the paper until they fade into night
In his dream his teacher praises and rates him the best
Wake Rohan, wake up! You’re taking a test!!