(Sitting in an exam,
watching pens fly in mayhem,
I stay calm,
polishing a poem,
I wrote minutes before the exam)
green and white
like mountains covered with trees of teak,
adorned with snow-capped peaks,
and full of sparkling creeks,
you tantalize even a geek,
and make him weak
When you smile and speak;
O lovely maiden
How do I seek
Your hand just for a week
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