My quest to study in Europe
Was more like a long rope
Long before I met with hope
At the edge of the curvy slope
Then I appeared in a neighborhood
Stranded inside-out without a hood
I became receptive to my own mood
Of how I could get a foothold
In a city where I sought for charity
Instead I got a noble opportunity
That restored my faith in humanity
By one man’s act of generosity
Whom I have given nothing
Even after giving me everything
He still maintains a classy attitude
Regardless of my continuous gratitude
Dedicated To: SIR T.D. (MY HERO)
