General Line

a poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Our first son is super intelligent.
He gets establishment quickly.
An engineer is always credited.
He can stay beside us utterly.

Our second son is studious.
He takes the profession of a doctor.
Though it takes time to stand up,
it’s the job of honor.

Our third son is deaf and dumb.
He opts general line.
PhD can give him nothing!
Science will never let him to shine!

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They now stay with their third son.
Other two competitors fled apart willfully.
Much care is taken…
Creative scholars can never be silly!