Never was it an easy strive.
Everything being a dizzy drive.
Had to work hard to go up in life.
It being a dedicated strife.
Doing the best at all levels in the stride.
Going across all obstacles crossing the tide.
Never was a recipient of rewards great.
Never was recognised early or late.
On that magnitude lived all these years.
Most of the time controlling the tears.
Well, have to prolong for few more years
Keeping up with the world not in fears.
Meenas Poems 