I tried to bake, I tried to sew,
I carved a god from head to toe.
I painted skies and knit with flair,
Yet still folks pass me by and stare!
They say, 'You're gifted! ' ā that's a fact,
But praise won't help my wallet stack.
I hustle hard, both day and night,
Yet fortune ducks and hides from sight.
Sani grins behind the veil,
'Climb yourself, ' he said ā what a tale!
Murugan marked me, Kali fed,
But still no buyers ā what's ahead?
Yet still I grin, I will not break,
For all these skills are not fake.
So world, get ready ā I'm not done,
This cheeky soul has just begun! š
By: - WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem