LUCKY YOU

I hear people say
‘LUCKY YOU’ with dismay
Explaining their why
With heavy heart they cry

Sufferings and Pain
Incurred by my poor soul
They do not see
My passion for the goal

When will the world understand
it’s never the luck projected at the first hand
Invisible stairs filled with thorns
Leading to the roses singing beautiful songs.

©Krîtika

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