A jobless agriculture graduate, with dreams soaring high,
With no money to apply for a job, he lets out a sigh,
He yearns to be a successful plant breeder, renowned and famed,
But the present seems bleak, with no opportunity framed.

The fields he once plowed, now seem desolate and bare,
No work, no income, no prospects to spare,
But the fire within him, refuses to die,
For he knows that one day, he'll touch the sky.

The passion for plants, still burns bright,
And he keeps learning, with all his might,
He reads and researches, and keeps himself updated,
For he knows that hard work, can never be underrated.

He dreams of hybrid plants, that are strong and resilient,
And believes that one day, his creations will be brilliant,
He sees a future, where his plants will thrive,
And the world will know him, as the best in the tribe.

The road ahead, may be full of twists and turns,
And he may face failures, and bridges to burn,
But he knows that his dreams, are worth the chase,
And he'll never give up, with grace and with pace.

For he is a warrior, with a heart full of zeal,
And the fire in him, will never dim or peel,
He knows that success, is not just about money and fame,
It's about following your dreams, and playing the game.

So let him walk on, with his head held high,
With dreams soaring high, and the passion to fly,
For he knows that one day, he'll make his mark,
And his journey of struggle, will be nothing but a spark.