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The Ballad of Hopium

When Fortune turns her cruel and capricious face, And Hope lies faint beneath the weight of night, There blooms a strange and sweet, enchanted grace— The draught of Hopium, distilled from light.

“Yet shall I rise,” the weary spirit cries, “Though every road be strewn with broken stone; For dreams, though fools, may wear immortal eyes, And what is lost may yet be made mine own.”

O Hopium, thou beggar’s golden wine, Thou promise whispered where no promise stays; Thou mak’st the dying candle seem divine, And teach’st the heart to wager on its days.

Though reason speaks, “The hour of hope is past,” The dreamer smiles and answers, “Not the last.”

The H drug dedo

So I got a call for a teacher who is graduate from iitD biotech ig

But he says no scope in research and he too was fed up and became a teacher 😭 like son 🙏

What to do mere papa ka dimag kharab ho Gaya hai