Hard work

I learned a lot,
I want to achieve something,
Day and night, I struggled for it,
Criticize, insults, rumors, failures,
A lot happened,
But nobody stood behind me,
I felt that situations made me strong,
But when I’m going to succeed,
The day or hour before it,
Few people appeared behind me,
Saying that they are my friends,
They trust me a lot,
I felt okay they trust me now,
I never asked them for help,
After my success,
The people who stood behind me,
Saying everyone that,
They are the only ones,
who stood behind my success,
Without them, I can’t even do a piece of work,
And their lies went too long,
All the credit belongs to them, and I stole it.
The people who heard these lies,
Poking me every time,
Saying that you should be thankful to them,
What you earned belong to them, not you,
You are such a cruel one who steals others hard work,
I worked,
I learned,
I did,
I cried,
I struggled,
I worried,
I got success,
But now what’s this?
Without seeing, without knowing, people poking me,
Saying that everything belongs to them,
The people who stood behind me,
Want to steal my hard work,
Only because I’m getting succeed,
If I failed,
They would never stand behind me,
And not even visible to my eyes,
Because they will get nothing standing behind me,
And even they say that I’m never a friend of her,
This is why trusting people is becoming hard for me,
I don’t like to ask a favor from any,
Whatever it is, I worked alone,
I struggled alone,
I succeed alone.
There’s nothing wrong with being alone,
Things happened in the past,
Without their hard work,
They blamed me,
So, I never let someone enter into my work,
I can do it all alone,
Alright, it’s a lesson,
Now don’t repeat it,
I work alone,
I enjoyed my success,
But a small thing making me sad is,
How can people steal others hard work,
Such cruelty with words,
Many people faced,
These kinds of situations,
The words that made us sad,
Never be taken back,
The pain is also never forgotten.

-Prasanna Pala

Life puzzle

Striking up, striking down,
The pages of my life,
Moving in, moving out,
From the days of strife,
Pulling back, pushing front,
All my sad day fights,
Turning off, turning on,
All my way of lights,
I don’t know why?
Seeing sky,
I want to fly,
With a struggle,
In this severe trouble,
I’m trying to solve my life puzzle.

-Prasanna Pala

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