Jerry Rock

This is what happens when you are forced to do something excessively boring (exams). I tried writing kind of a song, and well, here's the result. The song's titled 'I still'. And this is better than studying in every way. Do you remember the time,  when we first hugged,  'Twas the perfect touch,  and love music unplugged. Do you remember the time,  you and I, on a walk,  hand in hand, and the three special words,  I said, in our talk. Do you remember the time,  we had that special feeling,  your hand in mine, the words  in my voice, and me, kneeling  the textbook proposal,  and still it was unique,  the joy in my heart,  was at its peak,  'cause as much as I wanted,  it still took me out of the blue, when you answered me,  'I love you too'. Do you remember the time,  that one late night phone call,  and when you and I were slow dancing  to the music, in that tiny hall. Do you remember the time,  when we first kissed,  a

11:30 pm on that dark, scary night  it was a little blue, the moonlit sky,  something gave me chills and fright,  it was a face, a face that made my cry. No, this is not an experience of the paranormal,  in fact, every six months it is very common.  Please keep the ghosts out of this, my friend, I'm talking about the exams at the semester's end. The face that I talk about, was of my own,  1/3 pi r square h is the volume of a cone.  I was looking at the mirror, with a book in my hand,  the exams haven't begun yet, but I'm waiting for their end. Six months, six subjects and six tests,  how are they supposed to make me the best?  Possibly the reason why there are four years of engineering,  and I'm already sick and tired of studying. _____________________________________________________ Sharing a short poem while preparing for my exams. Thank you for the read and please follow, comment and share. Click here for more rhymes and short stories .