This precious life is God-given,
Convert world into a heaven,
Out of body when soul is driven,
God will provide soul a haven.
Failure's cruel discouragement,
Mustn't stop soul's movement,
Constant striving must augment,
For success to pay a compliment.
Whenever defeat is delivered,
Become more will-powered,
Against God say not a word,
Let laziness be firmly severed.
When efforts are increased,
The Almighty feels pleased,
His rules are kindly eased,
Success is finally released.
God loves the one who is chaste,
Success deeply loves sweat's taste,
Hard-work never becomes waste,
Take never efforts in great haste.
Giving up will produce disgrace,
So, continue to with will chase,
Defeat is life's very sad phase,
Toil to capture the first place.
Life is a highly precious gift,
Before time makes the theft,
In doing duty be damn swift,
Automatically will come lift.
When efforts are giant in size,
Result is nothing but Paradise,
A man who is with wisdom wise,
Will chase Paradise which is nice.
If success comes so easily,
Life will be spent only lazily,
So, success comes not usually,
To that soul working casually.
Justice will always prevail,
Please don't gloomily wail,
Truth, God won't try to fail,
God's love, pray and avail!
M V Venkataraman
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