When open the Text books to read,
The pain of sorrowed clouds spread,
The equations are to be sorted out,
The formulas are to be followed,
The stack of assignments still in head,
Not written and stored in any disk,
Time goes very fast and doubts erupts in heart,
Don't worry for a second, when you pave the road,
To the comfort and whatever you don't have now,
Will be acquired in future, be determined anew,
We are the survivors and we have survived in the world,
You can be the next to come out in flying colors,
Have courage to make the insufficiency as the tools,
To plow your heart and mind to clear ignorance,
Even if you beg for your education, it is worth,
The knowledge that you have, possess and will add,
Be educated to speak and write with no nonsense,
Friends, show our youngsters what it means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem. So valuable for our children to read