A plight of a research Scholar

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

Published by Life's No Serendipity

I am actually a researcher by profession but my heart beats for creativity. I am super passionate about finding the correct form of it. It can be writing, painting, travelling, music or something I haven't explored yet. This blog is my journey towards finding myself.

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