The Luckiest Poem by shona sengupta

Luckiest is the man who has nothing to loose
Luckiest is he who has nothing from which to choose.
Luckiest is the man who has nobody for whom to care
Luckiest is the man who has nothing to share.
Luckiest is the man who is not scared of death
Luckiest is he who has no care for wealth.
Luckiest is the man who does not feel,
Luckiest is he who does not find it necessary,
To beg, borrow or steal.
Luckiest is the man who deserves no punishment
Luckiest is he who has no reason to lament.
Luckiest is the man who has no friends who can hurt or betray.
Luckiest is the man who can lead life his own way.
Luckiest is the man who is always optimistic,
Luckiest is the man who is never too artistic.
Luckiest is the man, who has learnt how to speak,
To himself and for himself.
Nobody assures one good company,
And it is too hard to seek.
But will this really be a happy world?
Will man and society not become morose?
How will man correct himself if he makes no mistakes?
What role will destiny play if everyone led life their own way?
If man does not feel pride, honour and jealousy,
Will he not be like machine?
How will one feel glad on being spared from death?
If he does not feel scared of it.
If one does not beg and borrow,
What will lenders of money and happiness do tomorrow?
How will man feel real joy if he has never tasted grief?
What will man do without the friends who hurt and betray,
But teach a lesson for life.
What will man do without the friends who lend them joy?
Be it for hour or minute.
Will not man be then at the end of his wit?
What use will optimists be of, if there were no pessimists?
How will life seem sometimes so dream-like?
If there were no people who were artistic
Where would unity be if each spoke for himself?
Why would they not try one hard step
To reach the ultimate solace of finding good friends?
Think about where we've been
Happiness is the highest heaven unseen
Be happy as you wish
Who can snatch that away?
But never loose contact with grief
One must realize that a man without grief has never known real relief.