Luck For Lament. Poem by vaibhav vizard

once i was introduced with my luck,
after getting familiar with, it completely suck.
i imagined myself as prince of universe,
but situation for me was might adverse.
i counted myself in the category of immortals,
but fact was that it was a kind of disorder.
while wandering in streets, denizens considers me a wicked and useless fellow,
but i thought that in my fate there is a golden pillow.
they always used to criticize me and underestimates,
and by ignoring them, i used to live in same state.
then one day map of treasure was disclosed,
such type of treasure which could change a one from toe to nose.
but i without giving pain to my limbs, desired that to be mine,
owing to a weapon of luck with me by which everything was fine.
but astonishingly i remained bare hand,
as my servant could sweep all treasure along with sand.
then i could realise, to gain that, some effort was needed,
but to believe in my luck leads to me being defeated.
so never make a hard grip on your luck,
as sometimes it becames costly and sucks!