Can I succeed in my life?
I don’t know anything in particular,
Why this hypodermic query is aiming at me!
Is it a frustrating question to this teen,
who don’t have enough cognizance about his future.
It’s kicking his head anyway.
Did he have that much keen maturity at this age,
Who thinks about the empty lodge coming by the way.
Or else, whether he escapades away from this unlovely depletion on the way.
But he always have faith and belief on his almighty’s showers,
Who can serves him what ever he needs at anytime.
Success is waiting for him; he starts following this obstreperous culvert.