Our birthday-suit is same for everyone,
One shouldn’t copy the world in everything;
Each one is meant to live wedded or lone;
Does life to all alike, joys, sorrows bring?
Each one is different ever since one’s birth;
Ev’n twins with time will grow unlike each one;
Every tree that grows has not same girth;
One can’t afford to mimic else someone!
But this is how each one of us gets born,
And life will take us onto different paths;
Why blame the stars when heart of yours gets torn?
Each one should do properly his ‘Life-Maths’.
Nothing was lost, there’s much to do today!
There’s more to gain by hard-working some day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-31-2000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem