I have done all possible things in life;
Except luck I have everything so far!
By my cooperation others egos shine;
My prominence is always in shadow!
My support has encouraged many
And has lifted up to prominence soon!
They praise me to the level of God
But cannot help me in anyway so far
Knowing my needs as it’s beyond scope!
Due to this kind of helplessness I feel
That there is no luck for me at all in life!
Men around and close to me are of no use;
Words of men do not help me in any way;
Except God I cannot say anyone is friend!
In spite of this position many feel jealous
Though I haven’t got any benefit from the job
Of writing a lot of praiseworthy poems long!
Even in this highly talented kind of work
I don’t have luck to shine as other writers
Like journalists, novelists and story writers!
This is the irony of my life I write today!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i rated this one 10........