"You must push the pen to the column, " my father commanded,
"Your paper isn't inked well, " mother yelled,
Waiting and sighing in perfidy;
Bending over the rough and dull monsters,
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One must labour because no one knows when blessings will come.
Nojob but much studies, No compensation but more repudiation, Why then do I labour in vain? conveying the frustration....... so many suffer from it. you are giving voice to their helplessness and frustration...... thank u. tony
One must labour because no one knows when blessings will come.