Children are all walking in,
Children of class XII I mean,
Along with them their parents are also seen,
Both excited and nervous for the time being,
They are here for their admit cards,
Cards that will admit them in their life streams afterwards,
XII board exams is thee juncture some would say,
It is this way, that way or the highway,
I wonder how it would’ve been,
Would my baby have been nervous or keen?
I know she’d be edgy and high strung for sure,
She’s not the kind to be placid or demure,
But we will not know that now, will we?
Our cards admit us into another sea…