Running on a bad fate, my destiny is set,
i am working still, i am working hard,
still things are not at its best.
my work is with me, but not my fate.
From morning to light out,
my hands were busy to fulfill my days count.
working like never before to change my lifestyle,
still this luck is giving me a hard time.
creating the right thing or am i doing right,
doesn’t matter, because my fate is undecided.
its seems luck is fate’s brother or some,
one say you do work and ready for bad luck,
other is just one hell of time that is always bad,
no matter you work, run or sit inside.
I am having a hard time to change this life,
but fate and luck are still on the margin line.
i am on the verge of finishing end,
but these two just are sitting at rest.
Every time handwork wont work,
luck is as much important as work.