I am not a saint
To renounce the life
I have my desires
That seldom to realize
I am like any one
With lot of hopes
Unlike every one
I dream t them wrong
Sympathy from others
I seldom expect
Deprived chances
I want them back
Life is short
All know well
Luck is selective
Life only tells
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One must try hard. Fortune favors those who try.