Human brain is considered to be very active
It remains on move and is selective
When nothing comes on hand?
Foe is seen or reflected even in the friend
It may drive you to corner
But success has to come later or sooner
It may not stay for indefinite years
Something good will be disclosed to your ears
Some people are destined to be poor
They will be shown gate or door
Nothing may come out from their concerted efforts
Ship may be sunk before reaching to ports
But as is seen, nothing remains permanent
You must trust almighty and never resent
As everything hinges on fate or luck
At some place you may feel struck
It is natural rule and is bound to occur
No one is destined to stay same and suffer
As light emerges after long night spell
Everything is transformed for something to tell
Take it as positive aspect
Bit all depends on your good act
If you are sincere and honest
Everything will be looked upon as best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem