The Future Is In Your Hand Poem by Han Min Ohn

Once there was a little girl living in a village
She wanted to find out what her future would reveal
So she wondered to whom should she ask her future
Finally got the idea that it must be her star

So one starry night she climbed up a steep hill
To become closer to the stars so that she could hail
On reaching the top of the hill she cried out aloud
'Oh, my star, please tell what future holds for me now.'

On hearing the words a little star shone brightly
And with a smile it replied to the girl sweetly
'My girl don't worry about your future too much'
'For it is your own hands in which the future is grasped.'