In the quiet corner of a dim-lit room,
The pages whisper tales of ancient lore,
Pens dance swiftly, dispelling the gloom,
As knowledge drips from the mind’s core.

The ticking clock echoes through the night,
Each second a reminder of tasks untold,
Eyes weary from the paper’s relentless fight,
Yet within, a story yearning to unfold.

Mountains of paper, a scholar’s steep climb,
Dreams of completion paint the horizon stark,
Through numbers and words, a race against time,
As ambition lights up the night’s dark.

With dawn’s embrace, the battle finds peace,
Pages filled, a testament to the mind’s might,
Homework’s call, for now, finds its release,
Till tomorrow’s sun brings a new plight.