He worked by day,

And toiled by night.

He gave up play

And some delight.

Dry books he read,

…New things to learn.

And forged ahead,

Success to earn.

He plodded on with

Faith and pluck;

And when he won,

Men called it Luck…!!

Got buried in work,

He digged out time.

Baked bricks of desire

Stones of faith made shine..

He erected his dreams

He built them in line

With foundations intact

Pillars of strength at work

He many times fell,

Got many times stuck;

Still when he won,

Men called it Luck…!!

He has a lot more to build

He has a lot more to say.

Persistence with will

He thinks is the only way..

For whom, Luck is an excuse

Relying on Luck is a crime.

Success is just a word,

Hard work makes it rhyme.

If you think you are Lucky

This too must be your story,

If you think you are not.! Anyway;

There is nothing called luck.

–  Kavisur ( kavi-suraj )