All strives- late nights, long pray I beseech for help from sky
Not too lazy to work but no reward for my works
No angle is untouched, all edges visited
No reward still

The owner of my first abode I blame
How poor her decision was!
Why love a poor old boy?
Fruit of her wrong decision I reap

No! The blame is to earth's maker
He chooses whom to bless or curse!
Why shower tens and thousands He left in penury?
No! His decisions are righteous- they creak!

Slag your weak mind poor youngman!
So soon to be bored, too early to blame
The struggles ain't stopping today!
Perhaps you wail forever