In the quiet of the night, the clock ticks slow,
Pages of knowledge, an endless flow.
Pencils dance, thoughts take flight,
In a world of numbers, words, and light.

Silent whispers of the mind, questions rise,
Seeking answers under moonlit skies.
The weight of learning, a burden sweet,
Each problem solved, a small defeat.

Dreams of freedom in the books we hold,
Stories of heroes, brave and bold.
Yet here we sit, with tasks unending,
Our minds and pencils, still defending.

Through the struggle, we find our way,
Each lesson learned, a brighter day.
Homework’s path, though sometimes long,
Shapes our minds, makes us strong.