He alone himself murmurs about the worries of his life.
I am a lecturer of a private college and salary of Rs.10000.
And he jabbers as unemployed life has been like a strife.
How can I maintain my family and educate my three children?
He puts his hand on his fore-head in deep thought alone.
I came to his room and listened all about what he said.
I said, 'In a student life you never be a ranker nor top one.'
You would be a Govt. officer if you would have studied well.
Friend, 'Surely GOD bless you and so you need not worry'.
Now you have to depend upon GOD who is the great for all.
He said, 'I did not get rank so I repent before GOD and say sorry'.
I said, 'Lame and blind, deaf and dumb, you think of their unluck fall.
Thank GOD and struggle for the sake of your children till last breath.
Be a brave, don't be a coward dying hundreds of times before death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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