An average Indian

Became an Engineer

After four years of toil.

Could not join a job,

'coz the Principal did the spoil.

Got a job near my home

When I was thirty four.

My talent and my certificates

Could not fetch it to me before.

Got my first promotion 

After nine years there.

Greasing palms and buttering

Were the only way higher.

Took up another 

Hundred kilometers further.

Never knew lack of those two 

Would follow me hither.

Turned up with another 

Yet far away.

Tried to exhibit talents

That I had tucked away.

Had to leave it anyway 

After six months of stay.

Luckily though 

Somehow, I got my pay.

Two years at home

Without a wage earned.

Got a job again 

Wearily I learned,

When you are in a job,

Don't strive for honor.

Get your paycheck monthly,

For that's the need of the hour.

In came Corona

That turned me sore.

Left it for one better 

Had to forsake two months of pay.

Is it what we have to suffer 

Is it the only way?

We exult our selves 

For the GDP of the land.

No one seeks to know

What happened to our hand.

Indi as is my country.

All Indians my brethren.

But, where do they all go,

When I am in chagrin?