Chartered Accountant

By Anonymous

People think it’s a,

Common profession.

But can be cracked by,

The people with passion.

It’s a journey from,

Foundation to final.

Long sitting hours,

With pain in the spinal.

Debit the functions,

And credit your desire.

The return of this,

A prefix is higher.

A four-year course,

Like a dance on a rope.

Ample of attempts,

But never loose hope.

With your hard work,

Make your parents proud.

Your signature gets a different,

Value among the crowd.

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