It is golden saying
And comes in aid when fate is playing
The common sense is lost
Mind is not at peace and gets lost
The golden advices do not strike
Person suffers from serious stroke
Of non recovery and becomes pathetic joke
Life seems in doldrums and certainly in smoke
The situation shall not allow him calm mind
The restlessness may take over and make blind
Of taking any decision for future course
Some of the people come out of it, of course
Only few brave it during storms
They not only remain calm
But take over control
Stop further damage and respond to grave call
No doubt, one should surrender completely
Ask for way out and pray honestly
He is the only one to guide us safely
He may certainly shower the mercy
Wait for the good days to show again
Try to come over from shock and regain
The life is another name of recovery
As everything is decided by destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is golden saying And comes in aid when fate is playing The common sense is lost Mind is not at peace and gets lost