Dressed in formals beneath dim light,
I sit there with my fallen pride.
A master’s degree that seemed robust,
Sits in my closet and gathers dust.

Eyes once occupied by starry dreams,
Are now restless with bosses’ screams.
Who wanted a job of nine to five,
Now slogs all day at his job to survive.

What happened to those brilliant presentations,
That filled my heart with proud elation?
And the projects, case studies and assignments,
Were they only a formality of course contents?

I left campus, with hopes so high,
The reality makes me let out a dismal sigh.

Yet I refuse to let go off my pride,
Because my hopes have not yet died.
I still believe in a future that’s bright,
Where I’ll witness the rise of my fallen pride!


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