Hopelessly Jobless ~ Dr. H S Swadhin Kumar Pal Poem by Dr. H S Swadhin Kumar Pal

In twenty-twenty-six the young still ran,
With folders, dreams, and borrowed plans,
Tier One arrived like a desert storm,
Tier Two froze hope in another form,
Tier Three demanded cities far,
Sleepless trains beneath each star.
Registration fees drained father's land,
Mother sold her gold by hand,
Motels of sorrow, crowded and grim,
Held countless futures growing dim.

Private jobs with starving pay,
Ten-hour shifts that steal the day,
Degrees hang silent on broken walls,
While corruption laughs through marble halls.
Paper leaks spread before the dawn,
Merit died before exams were drawn.
Bribes became the hidden key,
Truth chained in bureaucracy.
Some rose not by honest light,
But through envelopes passed at night,
While countless honest hearts were told,
"Wait another year in the cold."

Reservation lines divide the race,
Each candidate seeks a breathing space,
Communities wounded through history's pain,
Yet new frustrations rise again.
The streets of India echo cries,
Of youths beneath polluted skies,
Coaching rooms like prison bars,
Dreams collapsing into scars.
Across the universe planets spin,
Yet humans lose the war within;
Technology touches distant Mars,
But cannot heal these earthly scars.
The moon is mapped, the rockets fly,
Still unemployed children ask "Why? "

And many fell in silent grief,
Without one hand to bring relief.
Some wrote farewell beside exam forms,
Defeated by society's storms.
From Bihar roads to Delhi nights,
Candles burn in protest lights.
The world keeps marching, cold and fast,
Ignoring broken hearts amassed.
Yet somewhere through the smoke and pain,
A voice shall rise once more again:
"No paper leak, no bribe, no throne,
Can bury truth forever known."
Till then the youth of earth still stand—
Hopelessly jobless across the land.