Beginning of the Session
is like a Celebration new
attending the class is occasion
the rate of presence is always few.
Lecture and Class is futile,
only the Placement Matters.
When comes the interview
the expectation Scatters.
The papers back hang upon
make the pupil repent for deed.
An Agreement with Concentration
and one attempts to read.
Its too late now dear
for the mind to react.
Time has already passed away,
That is the unpleasant fact.
Gone are the days
when students labored hard.
Success is a degree now,
with money as the free entry card.
Too late it is
when the realization comes.
the staircase to rise higher
becomes invisible and numb.
Lack of knowledge
earns success never.
its hard-work that
follows success since ever and forever.
The Generation today has
changed this concept.
Degradation of Education,
has made us upset.
the conscience of the youth
has gone to sleep.
Through the window of Reality
do they never pep.
Bunk of Class is fashion and
cheating in exam is Art.
Time makes them pay for it,
may be the cleaver or the smart.
Time demands to awaken
these leaders of Future.
Giving up the shortcuts to Excel
sublimity and modesty is to nurture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is indeed a thought provoking poem, I endorse your observation, we see the change but the argue it is for good, only time will tell, we passed the test of the time by doing hard labour be it studies or else now everything is being done in a casual manner and degree are sold rather than earned.10++++++
this is my own observation sir. being in this noble profession of teaching this scenario really hurts a lot