Treasure Island

ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Luck


Happy to be lucky.
Unhappy to be unlucky.
Work is most important player.
Success and failure are part of life.

Action and Effort are very fast friend
Make sure their friendship grow.
Result determine happiness or sorrow.
Luck is only a belief and independent entity.

Good or bad work, action and effort
Always bring result in favor or against.
Do not blame luck.
Reality is that we don’t have courage.
Find out fault, weakness and rectify it.

Action & work may be lucky or unlucky
Need of hour is playing in right direction.
Happiness is your door step.
Exception are always there,
where one is forced to luck is not with me.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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