Nothing seemed perfectly right from beginning
I could not believe it was end of an inning
May be sun was rushing for immediate shelter
Icy wind took over to indicate arrival of winter
Nature’s cycle was at its best and in tune
It functioned smoothly in the month of June
Dark clouds took reign of whole sky
I failed to understand and asked why?
Earth greeted with joy the rain’s arrival
It was as if preparation for the festival
The life scene was suddenly to change
It was not impossible but difficult to manage
God has created space for everyone
Everything is managed and orderly done
Everybody look at sky and sincerely pray
To lead a life in best possible way
May be I am destined to lie very low
I must look forward and not below
No one is getting its undue share
You got to play your part very fare
Sometimes it may not click but coincide
Luck may turn back and not decide
You may loose the chance and lament
Witness in isolation without any comment
Luck or no luck it is complete cycle
Somewhere it has to meet in circle
It may take longer time than expected
Fortune is not something which can be invented
Well, try to adjust if nothing goes well
Don’t term it as hard luck or living hell
It is destined to take place and realized soon
You may witness showers in shining noon
It is not that poor may remain always poor
Draught may not end with heavy shower
Everything has its own time and place
Hut can be turned into mansion or palace
I stood on high wall of river bank Pain rushed to mind and I sank It was just matter of seconds for life to end High melody drama with current trend... nothing seem ssright .. good assertion....10
Nothing seemed perfectly right from beginning I could not believe it was end of an inning// nothing seems right...10
From: Lady Grace (philippines Philippines; Female; 42) To: Hasmukh Amathalal Date Time: 12/26/2009 10: 35: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: nAIIZ another nice poem dear..i didnt find errors in this...all i can say is this is a very nice piece..just put this words in this poem's commnt page and i will just monitor later, ok...kittettttttt...tmileeeeeeee
Looking forward and not below! But there's no difference between directions, as above, so below... You are right about possibilities and potentials, as described in the last stanza, but how many chances a desert has, in turning into a fertile land? On the whole, a very thought provoking write! Regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hard luck to be feared always