LUCK

Farmer ploughing in scorching sun with a book in his hand

He worked by day

And toiled by night.

He gave up all play

And some delight.

Dry books he read

New things he learnt.

And forged ahead

Success to earn.

He plodded on with

Faith and pluck.

And when he won,

Men called it Luck.

~Vikas Nagori - 17.02.2002