In the stillness of dawn, results unfold,
Stories of effort, quietly told.
The ink of fate on paper rests,
Reflecting dreams, revealing quests.
Eyes scan the lines with hopeful gaze,
Each number a chapter of countless days.
Silent prayers and breaths held tight,
As futures whisper in the morning light.
Grades on a page, stark and plain,
Conceal the nights of joy and strain.
Beyond the scores, a journey traced,
Of perseverance, fears embraced.
Whether high or low, these marks decree,
They cannot define the entirety.
For in the shadows of each test,
Lie tales of growth and hearts impressed.
Stand proud, regardless of the score,
Your spirit's worth, forevermore.
In every mark, a lesson learned,
In every heart, a fire burned.
- Carry
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Nicholson Carry
Hi, I write in my part time. I love writing about exams and education. Currently I am working on UPSC result.
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