In the field because of our mind
Bruising ourselves to climb to the highest point
Envisaging one of the toughest degrees in our prime
A decade or more invested to reach this joint
Get paid in peanuts, but we still try to suffice
Our only delight is to get paid on time
But some “diligent” authorities always miss this point
We too have mouths feed and needs to find
Have hopes to live a self-reliant life
Our cries unheard and our tweets wasted
Our bowers impervious and never persuaded
Abused by the minions of those in power
We beg for the money that is ours
Amid all this chaos, an American wins a Nobel prize
Contended with his forefather’s Indian origin, we take pride
Then somewhere a judgement is passed
The researchers in India just don’t have that class
Our needs unmet
Our class questioned
This is a cry of a researcher in India
With no political inclination
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