They call themselves Ph.Ds., but I know it, what they are, <br />How their Ph.Ds., <br />Are they original Ph.Ds. or duplicate Ph.Ds., <br />How have they got it, <br />From which market, <br />Which China Market <br />Of smuggled, pirated, unlicensed and imported goods, <br />Take that but it will not last, <br />Just for your temporary satisfaction <br />As the longevity is not <br />Warranteed or guaranteed, <br />Take that at your risk, <br />Isn’t it? <br /> <br />How have they manipulated and manouvred the things <br />In their favour, <br />Bargaining and buying, <br />Bungling and buttering, <br />Oiling and cringing the guide, I mean the supervisor, <br />The internal examiner <br />Whose report also counts <br />In the award of the degree, <br />The mastermind behind it all, <br />The ring-leader keeping the animals, <br />Training them, <br />Bringing to a circle. <br /> <br />They call themselves Ph.Ds, but I know it which is whose, <br />Who is whose guide, <br />Which is whose thesis, <br />How has one, <br />My Ph.D. your Ph.D., <br />His Ph.D. mine, <br />We all have made two into four, <br />Multiplying, adding and subtracting from <br />The mother thesis of the guide, <br />The master copy of which <br />Locked under his possession, <br />Stitching the tattered and pale sheets and notes of paper <br />To produce some more Ph.Ds.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-call-themselves-ph-ds-they-too-are-ph-ds/
