I just took a bad exam.

Me – how do I calculate that? 
Five thousand metric tonnes of disappointment, is that how? 
Ten light years of stifled poetry dragging its feet, 
One million sheaves of unwritten agony, 
Twenty-eight degrees of acute ennui, 
Is that how? 
The surface area of handkerchiefs moistened 
With piteous self-loathing, 
The seismographic value of restless nights, 
The amplitude of suppressed voices, 
Is that how?


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  1. sanchari says:

    Really very funny metaphorically coded !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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