9th, 10th, 11th, 12th

Class 9, oh class 9,

It feels so hectic already,

So many concepts to learn,

Spread across subjects hefty.

On top of this sudden workload,

Comes another rocking worry,

Everybody says all the time,

These four years decide your story.

9th, 10th, 11th, 12th,

If you work with all your might,

Life will be so smooth for you,

It’ll seem like a playful ride.

The best college, you’ll go to,

Oxford, Stanford, IIT too,

You will earn millions of dollars,

Clear, smooth path, you will steer.

But if these years go in vain,

No one even asks your name,

You’ll keep hitting tons of walls,

And you’ll end up opening stalls.

On top of these tall mountains,

Stands another giant hurdle,

Which sinks most people’s lifeboats,

Make them regretful and sore.

In this ocean of competition,

How will my boat ever cross,

Amongst this vast crowd of people,

Ready to drown me at every cost?

To these mindless people’s rescue,

Comes another support oar,

Of the mentor’s likes-dislikes,

Who’s my favourite, who is not.

Every time anything comes,

People liked are ones first told,

Other people full of talent,

Never even get to know.

Oh, my lord, these huge hills,

How can they expect me to pass,

That too, we’ve to reach the top,

Amongst everyone in our class ???