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Unheard Sobs Of Stud

Woke up from unlikely enough of sleep. Bags under tiresome eyes for soothing rigors. A potful of activities needed to burn to withstand todays schooling.


The new normal academic year isn't as fair as square for everyone else. One was served with needs but unable to grasp knowledge from the readings. On the parallel side, one was born smart but tied with life's distress. Both feels like played out.


Either online or offline mode of learning drives one's anxiety. The fear to be left behind. To pass all to do's later than the set due time seems we gradually reach our melting point. The isolation state we are at fears us. Got no one to tap our back as we fail to pass the given task.


You said we are the hopes of the future. Why are you persistent to continue this sick education? Making us suffer does not make our country better. You water us majorly not knowing that like cactus we don't need much. What is your enormous agenda? Do turning blind-eye to continuing increase of suicidal rate your front to decrease population? Do you not want to freeze academic year for you are afraid you can't pocket numbers and zeros?


Hear us! Please do hear us!

We don't want another story of blood stained rope hanged in a dark corner. We're drowning from our sweat and tears. Were our sync sobs did not reach your ears with a dollar of pearl?




------------------------ Words by: Stephanie Gabinete Photo credits to the rightful owner

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