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The curious case of UPSC Mains

The sun rose with such terrifying suddenness;
The day seemed normal, clear and humid.
But why does it feel like time’s marching too fast?
Is it just me, or is there anyone else so aghast?

Trees shedding leaves, welcome our troubled faces
They remind me, oh, how the seasons pass by
Every single year, every winter season,
They welcome these students, lost in rumination

I took many pens- a gel, a ball, and two pilots
Praying to god, “Please, let there be a question on millets”
So begins the ordeal of UPSC Mains,
The riddle of headaches and god knows, how many other pains.

Author: bloggerhead

Chasing oblivion

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