All days are not same
And so aren't nights
One can raise onself
If honestly he fights.
Hurdles are sure to come
Dejection will haunt you
Success will bless you less
More will failure taunt you.
Friends will share in joy
And shun when in pain
You will be valued, not
By the loss but by gain.
Don't hang your face
Down in goomy despair
Life awards only them
Who stand up and dare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Madhav. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks