By Pearl
Indeed! her future is at stake.
What does the future hold?
How can the aspirations be guaranteed?
Strike looms as time ticks.
The delaying bomb waiting to explode.
What is hope?
When the end is not in sight!
Four years was the deal.
Six years and counting is what she sees.
Her poor soul crying and,
yearning for graduation.
As the clock ticks, the youth age,
The indefinite closure of the school was the last straw.
Alas! The camel's back is broken.
Anxiety is all she knows now.
Oh, dear student!!
What becomes of you and me?
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