Looking around me.
People are angry.
There desire remain unfulfilled.
Some of them weeping.
Few of them accusing each other.
A small group just shaking their head.
Blaming their luck.
Why we are so unlucky.
But fact is that luck.
Is very much us.
God is with us.
Luck only need.
Direction, Designing & Action.
Oh dear thought
Have taste of real life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem