This fact, everyone knows,
That fortune favours fools.
Yet, why one seeks fortune
Awaiting its arrival soon?
What’s earned from a lottery,
Is it not the hard earned money
Of poor souls, who had lost,
And wish to survive at any cost?
It’s a rich man’s pastime,
To gamble on any game.
Why a poor should stake,
For nothing, in return, to take?
Hard work always pays
Though it takes days
For the fruits of labour
To reach one’s floor
The tree too takes days,
To grow well on its roots,
And its own time it takes
To deliver its juicy fruits.
Yes, there’s no shortcut,
To become rich overnight.
“A bird in hand is worth
Two in the bush” is the truth.
‘…Yes, there’s no shortcut, …’ Still we contemplate and pamper on Instant and ‘Effortless’ …and never possible…’work is a perishable commodity’…if one doesn’t …I’ll dwindle...thanks Sir… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
Nice poem - especially the description of a seed to tree bearing fruits! Well knit.
Franklin Roosevelt said- Happiness is not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort...............the kind of thrill when you made this poem and the pleasure it gives me...great poem Sir......simple things if conveyed thro' great pens attain phenomenal proportions...love this
The dignity of labor enriches the soul. Your advice is timely. A very worthwhile read. You have my applause, Rajaram. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with you a 100%