No academician lent me a hand,
No industry gave an ounce of backup.
If I am what I am today, it’s because,
I was too stubborn to give up.
Hence I can say without hesitation,
My legacy is built only by me,
Not an industry, not a benefactor,
And definitely not some university.
I come from the working class,
With neither education nor wealth.
Hence, my priority is always people,
Not comfort, nor intellect, nor gelt.
The name is Naskar, I’m a Servant Scientist,
Painkiller to people, pesticide to prejudice.
Published on
July 21, 2022 09:03
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