This life is primitively meant to survive.
The more you die,
Society will kill you even more times.
In some or the other way,
Everyone is Blessed by God.
Each one of us,
Live the Same and Die the Same;
In the Game of that Lord.
Its not the Mind,
Its the mentality which is liable.
Power of Muscle hardly counts,
But that of Will do;
to make the end Desirable.
No one is a Slave,
Till you gave your freedom yourself.
Be the Pen which can write the future,
Not the History book kept over the Shelf.
You are a personality in your own,
Never forget what you are.
The happiness and satisfaction is what actually counts,
Not the Bank balance, popularity or number of villas and cars.
In todays scenario,
Mental and physical growth is required.
Besides of failures, you must also know;
What have you actually acquired.
Have faith in your actions and yourself,
Thats what all you need.
Enjoy the sweet of sucess
but never smoke ego's weed.
Because life
never serves anything on plate;
So first respect
what so ever you have in your fate.
As this journey is dream for one
And struggle for another.
Keep improving yourself,
As you could be the idol for
thousands of other.
One must always check first
His own coffee's cup,
And keep trying besides of all obstacles
To achieve your dreams
Never give up...
True...every single line is true.....wonderful...thank you for sharing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely done. I was drawn to the title because I have a poem with the same title. My favorite lines are these: Be the Pen which can write the future, Not the History book kept over the Shelf.