By

Amena Aliasghar (Class XA)

English, Math, Islamiyat, Urdu
My mind seems fighting against Kung Fu
Then it comes to Physics,
My mind makes it a remix.
English is like a sweet melody,
It scares me like Halloween.
Urdu makes my heart jump,
Like a man on wheelchair trying to run.
Meeting Islamiyat on the way,
All my dreams begin to run away.
Maths comes for soothing me,
But x y z ends up killing me.
Exams are the best, yet the worst time,
Makes me gain and lose things at the same time.