Was a bud blooming when I saw father earning,
Hard and tough, it was like rocks burning.
I always wanted to help him out,
But he would always laugh and say,
You are gonna make a lot of money.
Worse happened when I grew some more,
When I saw him cried in with closed doors.
I will help him out,
But how? I'm not an elder now.
Once I become one, I'll make a lot of money.
And no it was no pressure,
Until I graduated from college with no such treasure.
Everywhere I went, I heard NO!, WE HAVE A DOUBT!, GET OUT!
Everyone said give time and it will heal, but fact is money is a big deal.
Tired and Tried I recall how my father use to make money.
Times are hard I know.
But there will be a dawn though.
Just keep trying and you'll figure out.
I said to my self till the night ended.
And soon will be sunny, and I'll make money.
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