Words have no business
When works get good jobs;
What you say may not die
But what you do make you living.
Tell any tale that you may love
But if it is about you; got to prove
That you mean what you say
And your track has the same say.
Failures live on lame excuses.
They may come as the blessing of luck!
But it is success that makes a story.
And all love to suck the shaft of such glory!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem