Nothing comes in free
Not a single piece of bread
In this cruel world without a
Motive no one can be a your friend
If you are lazy and dull
You can't get a helping hand
To the rich and successful
Every one rush to make him friend
If you rise from the dust
Being rich and live grand
You become inspiration to all
And they like to make you a friend
He has no place here
Who looks for a magic wand
That would give him wealth and
Success and many faithful friends
Doing hard work you write
Your destiny with your hands
The world feels proud of you and
You remain surrounded by wise friends
A perceptive write on life. Yes, life is what we make it. Well thought and conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality of the world well expressed, . We live in a selfish land where a friend is made with an end in head, little in heart.
That is true sir. Thanks for giving positive review. Regards.