Why this hue and cry on spilled milk?
Changes are inevitable whether liked or not
To gain some thing you loose some thing
Gone are the times that remain mere memoirs
Success or debacles just ended dreams or nightmares
The phase being undergone filled with confusion
Resent not on the present it is our future crescent
Fate is the key player between efforts and success
Bestowed by luck some reach the pinnacle with little efforts
Much efforts by others go un lauded and unnoticed
By instinct humans are biased either by gender or hinder
The inherent feelings, entrenched musings guide the senses
Nothing is lost in any way till you remain an underdog
Future may not look bright from the platform where you stand
Change the norm attain another form (approach)
Keep your calm to whither away any storm
Highly inquisitive and then self responsive in tone and effect. A poem with much inner article.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep your calm to whither away any storm Sound advise tops them all. Beautiful. Thank you.