>≫≫Luck Poem by Abdul Wahab

I measure and cut, cut and measure
Before nailing I polish and then I fit
In this way for long I hone my skill.

Before my birth I did not know
In a family of carpenter I am going to born
This is surely what you may call my fate or luck

I am not at all ashamed of being son of a carpenter
Nor I hesitate to tell you unequivocally
Luck always prevails over skill in a duel fight.

In a low esteem I may born still I am a man
And enjoy every right to call myself a reasonable artist
But in a duel fight might always prevails over my right.

Yet I never abandon or retreat in fear
In the battle field I confront with all my might
But Alas! In a duel fight over might luck always prevails.