I have stored some thoughts of mine,
lend me your ears to judge this, fine!
Man proposes and God disposes,
life is a bed of thorns not roses.
Days may pass in pearls of laughter,
nights may come with gloomy disaster.
he thanks the god in gay rosy days,
But in misery unholy are his ways.
Apatient player never loses his game,
he performs his duty with intense delight,
He never minds what others say,
while the sun shines he makes his way.
Noble deed is the seed of life
nothing eclisped and all is delight.