When shall it occur, we all impatiently wait
For our struggle to get over, we can enjoy the cake
Live not in the present as for future we wait
But never satisfied with efforts, we lose the cake
Success we run to yet elude us in the make
As it moulds us to accept our success later with grace
By then jumped we have to other desires and makes
And to our own sweet success, we give a little shake
What to do says the lord, as he gives us a brake
And shatters all our dreams with a small earthquake.
- Dr. Hira