Fate and An Indian Youth

Fate and an Indian Youth He is twenty of age and His travel is more than twenty His walks to the job are too long and His gains and favours are too least His sisters tears are too powerful and His mothers words are powerful too His degrees and knowledge is vast but Their mind is too narrow Though he is clever and brilliant He is still unemployed Every hand meals is his father's toil He is weeping, weeping to live as a man One fine day dawned to him He had his order for a job