THE HALF-BAKED SCHOLAR

THE HALF-BAKED SCHOLAR

From all parts of the nation you came

Without any inclination of fame

Day and night you toiled

Till your courses in fear recoiled

And all that remained was time

For you to leave mediocrity’s slime

Rough and naïve he was at first

This young man had great thirst

Seeking knowledge was his mission

He pursued it with zest and passion

At convocation he smiled with joy

Very oblivious that fate was coy

He left school with the sky his limits

Thinking of making money in 12 digits

Three years passed and still no job

I don’t understand he’d sob

Back in school he’d live in Utopia

All his views colored by myopia

He hadn’t prepared himself for the future

Now he undergoes emotional torture

By now am sure you are pondering

Who is this man, you’d be wondering

Etched deeply in my lines

Who should have graced the times

And achieve so much fame

Half-baked Scholar is his name