The candle emanated faint light,
Got its spark from self reflection,
As graphite marked pages that were white,
Bleeding ink,my tiny presumption.
As the social barriers cardoned,
The possibility of my success,
Not on small mentality doned,
The rich lifestyle had me in distress.
Once and for all I’ll uproot this custom,
That social indifference so do matter,
The candle light diminished the system,
My knowledge would make them falter.
Yes,I’ll make them wonder,
How my father got me educated,
Just spent some moments to ponder,
The reason to work even harder.
I’ve never seen an easy day,
My strenuous routine,tiring experiences,
Yes,I am the son of a peasant,
And I’d always be his son if I had it my way.