Mom! I am sorry that I couldn't get the said scholarship to your dreamland.
It seemed that few marks less to the required margin.
And I was thrown into the lower depths.
Here too they use the same alphabet and few qualified teachers presence.
But it's very hard to study without any funds.
And one day if I come with the right tools of achievement,
Mom! Could you please wait for me at the tuck shop as usual.
*[ Still I remember in our hard times we shared the same broken cup of tea and a tiny sugar bun while you were examining my fortnight report. Mom you are very fond of cricket that I know well, who is behind Tuesday's ruthless attack against the Sri Lankan cricket team in the eastern Pakistan city of Lahore? ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's terrible the way those whose academic prowess is below par are discriminated against. And how disappointing for you that your mother was not able to see your fine achievements in verse, with or without a scholarship. Perhaps in another life, things will be different. Your love for your mother is always a tonic for this reader. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥