Goodbye! All You Hypocrite

In gloomy dust, by society's disdain,

Young Raj endured the bitter rain.

No tuition, just a fervent aim,

Madhyamik, higher, college, and university became his flame.

A boy named Raj, scorned by fate,

Yet resilient, he'd not abate.

No handouts, just a dream so grand,

To carve a destiny with grit in the sand.

Through the corridors of prejudice he'd tread,

No sympathy, yet he raised his head.

Old in years, but wisdom found,

In trials faced on life's battleground.

Each hardship etched upon his face,

A roadmap of trials, a silent grace.

No easy path, no silver spoon,

Just a resolve that echoed like a monsoon.

Madhyamik, the first step he'd take,

Higher secondary is a journey to make.

College and university, distant peaks,

Yet Raj scaled them, as hope speaks.

Matured by trials, aged by strife,

He sculpted success with the chisel of life.

No sympathy was sought, just respect earned,

In every lesson, life had churned.

So here's a tale of Raj, the resilient soul,

Whose journey defied society's control.

No hate could quell his burning fire,

For in his dreams, he'd never tire.

He is not at your threshold, begging for your graceful eyes.

If you think you are the right person bid him byes..

He was alone, lonely and totally different from all of you...

Your hateful eyes are nothing to him, as society makes him so....