Who knows the pain? Who knows the struggle of him - Who studied using shovel and pen Giving his part time in shoveling Everybody using gadgets and he’s working ( Working in cold ) x 2 hands freezes, cannot move the fingers freely Punctured toe tips and extreme pain in ribs Besides his poverty, he owned his degree Yesterday, Gah ! ‘You ****’ said by Mr. X Today , After his continuous hustle , Sir , ‘ May I come in ?’ Said by same Mr. X Using shovel was compulsion But pen was his passion and in the compulsion-passion race Passionately he aced !
This poem is dedicated to those scholars who hugged the success without having worth but they worth it !