There seems some magic,
In working hard,
As if the Gods of fortune and luck,
Also comes in support,
Of those dedicated.

When you return,
From the flow state,
Of committed work,
All shorts of unimaginable,
Unknown providence and help,
Seems to find their way,
To you without any seeking.

This help from nature,
Seems a miracle,
To those never tried enough,
And blame game finds its way,
Entering their lives.

Worship the Gods of luck and fortune,
And it can’t even reach them,
For theirs true worship,
Seems hidden,
In your dedication and perseverance ,
To worship through your hard work.



P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).


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