Another Monday morning starts,

With sleepy eyes and heavy hearts.

The alarm rings out, the darkness fades,

But tiredness still refuses change.

Back to classes, crowded halls,

Late assignments, endless calls.

Back to lectures, notes, and tests,

Acting fine while feeling stressed.

The campus moves so fast each day,

Everybody rushing on their way.

Some hide pressure with a smile,

Some are barely holding on awhile.

Coffee, little sleep, tired eyes,

Big dreams dressed in sacrifice.

Yet somehow we still rise and go,

Carrying burdens nobody knows.

Another Monday, here again,

Another battle dressed as “strength.”

But deep inside, we still believe,

Better days are ours to reach.

A. Noor✍️