It has endless end
Either you go ahead with foe or friend
You need to move with firmness
With resolution and smile on face
Long or short
You need to report
At each move
And prove
It is not your goal
You to respond to call
You are not here to pass time
The nest is to be created for all the times
You will know the different nature
Of people, relatives for sure
Friends may sometimes stab from the back
Even future may be put at stake
With all these known dangers
You have to prove as good managers
Without any remorse or anger
You are moving ahead as stranger
You might have born with silver spoon
In air condition room or in open afternoon
The poor family may rear you
With same love and care as required through
hasmukh amathalal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-silver-spoon-one/
