SuccessA Poem by Parshwa
Complet the life race
With a cheerful face But do your best in the beginning race. Your pocket would be full, But empty while you go. As happiness comes to those Whose parents are close. For being successful Just doesn't mean having money. As it is not even sweeter than honey. But if your hands Are full of friendship bands You can live as the king of fertile lands. © 2015 Parshwa |
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