When things go according to the plan,
Luck is coronated,
When things don’t materialize,
The being is blamed.
The cries of the just born,
Are answered with mother’s milk.
That’s the law of nature,
Beseeching hasn’t hurt anyone, hesitation did.
Achievements aren’t received on a platter,
They are brought to fruition,
Through sweat and hardwork.
Luck is just a factor, in the realm of things,
Luck isn’t your inheritance, O mankind!
I’d be elusive, if efforts aren’t made,
I’d be only there to grace, never to slog and win the race!
So be there, do it, till the very end.