Goodbye, My Course Poem by Anees Rahman

Father, hear, this is truth, I tried doing best,
Although it was like mountain-climb, with no ropes to rest,
By having started longing course, and then killed with hate,
The people whom I gave my sweat, had burned my dreams, my fate.

Long ago, when I heard, 'You have got a seat'
A PG seat was more than dream, my heart lost a beat,
With smiling face and loaded bags, from my state I fled,
Somewhere new to Tamil Nadu, to where they drank my blood.

Day and Night, Working tired, all I got was blame,
The chief before was far more right, new-one wanted fame,
The new-come chief then made me work, than the work before,
More hours with pain and wounded feet, but yet their hate I wore.

Burned before, dead by now, I tried hiding pain,
Alone I cried while no one helped, when this chief did reign,
The Ortho course was work bit hard, and I worked till late,
But seniors told that they all hate, the people from my state.

Language hard, teachers worse, and the chief its boss,
He tried his heart to screw my mind, as he won, my loss,
From that day on I thought to leave, from the evils land,
Where seniors stole my praise for work, while giving me no hand.

Though I left, far away, from their state with tear,
The pain I have of leaving course, was far worse to bear,
'Got out' he told and I got out, now I won't go back,
And that was why I left my course, to walk the empty track.