My Academic hunger's still alive;
My Institution won't reduce its pangs;
I have not given up as yet but will strive;
My Medical career in balance hangs.
There ain't fairness in most things done by men;
A lot of grudge prevails in all men's hearts;
For now, I've rested all my Acumen;
Always prefer to do my things in parts.
The world attempts, my hard-work to suppress;
Embark'd I've on a sprint, I'll always win;
In my Poesy, nothing can me depress,
Nor friends or foes, strangers or kith and kin.
Success will smile my way some day quite soon,
My Poetry won't be a bane but boon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem