One person is a multimillionaire
Another is a pick-pocket or liar
But all become one in they pyre
Mingling with the God of fire
God's gift is one's birth-place
Everyone, his sins will chase
God of death shows no grace
He will exactly count the days
Decide not man's worth by age
See whether he is in ignorance-cage
To come out, let him just manage
To help him, you have to encourage
One man is a monster
Another is an oyster
Yet another is a master
Let reasoning stop disaster
Knowledge if you accumulate
Great actions, you can emulate
Noble schemes, you can formulate
Let not the beginning be too late
Create, invent and discover
Pray to God for safety-cover
Scent-power is had by a flower
Your aims, do not at all lower
Edison in his greatest experiment
Faced stoically every disappointment
One day he invented the filament
Then light entered into every apartment
In this way, many geniuses were born
They initially walked on pricking thorn
Their brainy heads, crowns did adorn
They were proved to be great later on
Just go back in your memory lane
Had anyone thought of a flying-plane?
Wright Bros were regarded as insane
To mental blindness, they gave cane
By the Almighty, Sun was invented
By Sun, darkness is circumvented
By prayer, agonies are prevented
By sweat, our victories are augmented.
mvvenkataraman
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
One person is a multimillionaire
Another is a pick-pocket or liar
But all become one in they pyre
Mingling with the God of fire
God's gift is one's birth-place
Everyone, his sins will chase
God of death shows no grace
He will exactly count the days
Decide not man's worth by age
See whether he is in ignorance-cage
To come out, let him just manage
To help him, you have to encourage
One man is a monster
Another is an oyster
Yet another is a master
Let reasoning stop disaster
Knowledge if you accumulate
Great actions, you can emulate
Noble schemes, you can formulate
Let not the beginning be too late
Create, invent and discover
Pray to God for safety-cover
Scent-power is had by a flower
Your aims, do not at all lower
Edison in his greatest experiment
Faced stoically every disappointment
One day he invented the filament
Then light entered into every apartment
In this way, many geniuses were born
They initially walked on pricking thorn
Their brainy heads, crowns did adorn
They were proved to be great later on
Just go back in your memory lane
Had anyone thought of a flying-plane?
Wright Bros were regarded as insane
To mental blindness, they gave cane
By the Almighty, Sun was invented
By Sun, darkness is circumvented
By prayer, agonies are prevented
By sweat, our victories are augmented.
mvvenkataraman
Our aim must be to succeed, A useful life, we must lead, We must fulfill man's need, We must live with no greed, Noble must be our deed, Then peace is ours indeed, Always help is what I now plead.
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