My bag is like a big hotel with books as rooms
my manager is the pencil and eraser is the broom
there is no room number only room name
outside of all the rooms is coloured the same
some of the rooms are filled with members
but others rooms are converted to chambers
the prisoners are often coloured in blue, green, red
who are always sleeping on a big white bed
there prisoners can help us to fight a battle
our opponent is a conqueror not a cattle
we all know him and call him as test
if our brain is the leaf test is the pest
the teacher of test is known as examination
if we defeat them we can win the crown of education
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Rishabh's Randoms
PoetryThese poems are my original creations Written on random topics with no connection