The child is bright, the father is proud,
The mother is worried, but finally comes around,
If he becomes a doctor, or gets into the prestigious IITs,
They can bask in glory, and tease the son of Sharmajis.
The child relocates, an industry springs up,
All want a piece of him, the pressure builds up,
Get into the best coaching, best hostel, best batch,
If you come out a topper, your fees will be refunded- no catch.
The child performs well, his hopes soar high,
When marks take a dip, the end seems nigh,
Self worth gets linked to, success on a test,
If he doesn't crack the exam, he'll always be second best.
Everyone sees in the child - a source of status, money or self worth,
Who sees the child in the child - and lets his innocence unearth.
Note: This poem is a part of a collection of poems titled Flotsam and Jetsam. You can read them below:
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