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