The best in you has yet not arrived
So keep yourself a bit deprived
If every greed is instantly gratified
Greater need to grow will never rise
A feel of the feather of failure
Will make the city of success allure
The best in you has yet not arrived
So keep yourself a bit deprived
Go hungry for few days at a stretch
You shall cultivate a habit not to waste
View once poverty stricken society’s appearance
Never to forget the prayer for your circumstance
The best in you has yet not arrived
So keep yourself a bit deprived
On suffering a due dose of scarcity
Makes you save the abundance for posterity
Moreover misery is the master who creates
A condition in which your steel self awakes
The best in you has yet not arrived
So keep yourself a bit deprived
Misery is the master...creates self awakes....Good write and well said...
The unsung songs are better - the best in you has not arrived and wait to hear from you the best
wao very thoughtful poem, nobody is perfect in this world & one thing once u get one destination, automatically move towards others, in other words u can say complacency not demands uniformity...well done
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I would like to translate this poem
Being deprived deepens your sense of self and you can find strength within yourself. You don't need all the things you desire, they tend to lessen your perspective and bring misery to your heart. Through deprivation and misery we are awakened to what we may become in the future. Love this poem - thank you for sharing with me. RoseAnn