An Ode to the NEETPG fiasco

Thousands will remember,

The joke that was played,

Their dreams were molested,

And the justice was raped.

The money and the power,

Reigned supreme over the law,

Being a doctor in those times,

Was their only ‘critical’ flaw.

One India, one exam they dreamt of,

But denied were their dreams,

The knowledge was up for sale,

Accessible only to those with greens.

The poor and the honest,

Toiled hard to achieve the zilch,

The dumbs used their banks,

The system didn’t even flinch.

The Hippocratic Oath they took,

Was burning to ashes inside,

Thousands will remember,

The year their morals died.