All the gladiators prepare,
Their pen shaped swords,
With a stack of knowledge,
Remembering the teachings of general,
and prepare for a war called examination.
Whole year you're being prepared for this day,
But you fight begins one day before,
Practicing whole year, I have never done,
and in war our mind says once more!
Fighting over our night goes,
and on next exam maliciously bows.
After war, The trained will to choose a new desk,
The others will remain on that desk,
And rest will as usual try for the next.
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