Of myself

Why should I think of myself when it has no bearing? In all the difficulties it wears out and tearing Makes life miserable and unbearable Can not stand of own when in trouble It is not at all difficult to assess You can go deep and trace When it is done, it will reflect on face As if you have come out successfully in race You are totally in confusion Even though there is no compulsion You can have independent course But rudderless and directionless of course You know very well that life is totally uncertain Yet you have to struggle and maintain There may be worries, agony and pain But you have to adjust yourself and train Amidst all kinds of fears and dangers We are still very good managers We leave it completely to the wishes of almighty As He is the only authority to give us any kind of surety As it turns out to be on happy ending later on No one dares to take credit for having it won He has facilitated it after our repeated requests Else it was going to be a disastrous end for quest It takes years for us to realize We don’t know whom to thank and oblige? We see only beautiful end This is clearly seen from our trend Well it is life story No one should take it seriously or feel sorry It is no where safe sailing Only matter of chance and availing