They tortured me everyday, they stung me in every way,
My morals always held their sway.
Now I shed behind all feelings of that kind,
To see whether I can really build an electronic structure,
Instead of trying to find,
An outlet for my creativity not in engineering but literature.
Unassisted but by my little son, unassociated but with my caring wife,
There will come a day when I will have my way in life.