No Hall is noisier
When silent young learners
Take an examination,
In Mathematics.
Paper crackles, rustles
Instrument boxes clink, clang
The soft whizzing noise of pencil strokes
Swift, grating, against a firm, stern ruler 😀
Pages turn
Fingers turn spiders
Dipped in ink
Scrawling systematically
Over the lines.
Over and over!
Eyes glued on paper
Numbers forming magical patterns
A slicing stroke angled down
There.
Vanquished.
Obliterated.
War, no less
Is this
A Battle waged
In numbers, balancing
Intangible emotions, bordering on despair
With the spring of eternal hope
That figures out stuff
And does its number.
6 February, 2015
Day#25 of #RamblingsInFebruary. For a change, an honest-to-goodness February post, even if it is late 😀 These are of course the exam tales 😀
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March 4, 2015 at 2:42 pm
Sounds multiply
When Maths papers ply
A teacher discerns
And her reader learns
A lot about Life that passes her by!
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March 8, 2015 at 11:00 pm
Lol, a good one, Usha, on the workings/ambiance of the examination hall 😀
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March 13, 2015 at 11:06 am
The game those numbers play
that even a slight error will lead you astray.
and for that carelessness make you pay
A good post bringing back memories of bygone day.
Mathematics was/is my favourite subject and the one I can match my sons who have left me far behind in all others.
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