Asked a fellow to the God,
The days of my sober
Are over,
I am tired
What shall I do?
Then he prescribed
My Child…….
If you keep your head !
When things seams to be disgusting
When the world seams to be worst
When life seams to be cursed
When every thing seams to be loosed
When there seems to be no one of your trust
When there seams none else’s your hope
To be with you
Than shall you realize
Its better try than dream
Its better try than cry
Never talk too wise
Don’t deal in lies
Never be frustrated
When time proved unkind
Try again and again
If at first you failed
Every thing you should bear
Till you prosper.
How ever the road seams to be
You should prosper
Even on sharp edges
Or bolder of hot summer
Never ever think to rest
Before your goal you never wait
Thus you shall come over
Where you shall never hope
Either shall possess any desire
Caring not to be broken
Much you proceed much you gain
Achieving all what you have loosed
Not at once but one’s and two’s
Till further you shall proceed
Until you Shaw me
Where you shall be welcomed
And I shall set you
Free spirit and free soul.