God is an examiner,
We are all students,
The life is the answer book,
In which we take the examination.
The worls is a hall,
Where we are sitting.
So take the examination
The time allowed is only three hours
The first hour's bell rings in the childhood.
The second in the youth
And third in the old age.
The bell of the last hour is
Rung by the messenger of God
The examination is over
The copy is snatched.
Life there comes to an end,
Don't try to cheat.
You can't receive any one yourself,
you may lose marks.
By wasting and writing nothing,
So write down what you know.
So that you may not repeat saying,
That paper was lengthy,
the time wa short.
If we fail,
We come back to the same hall.
Another new life once more
If we say
We go to heaven and return no more.
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