Sweat must fall on the soil,
For success to strongly grow,
You must not work, but toil,
To build a powerful tomorrow,
Your mission, fate may foil,
But, give no room to sorrow,
Fate's role, you must spoil,
Via a plan that is thorough,
Hope is to heart a balmy oil,
It makes not outlook narrow,
When mind is in turmoil,
Will, prayer will borrow,
Use your guts to fall not ill,
To make the mark of fate zero,
Wait, until you become a hero !
M V Venkataraman