::- Don't you complain -::

I wont complain,
Though I so much want to,
For the predicament am found in
Is but the fruit of what I do.

It's always easy to point finger
And equally unwise;
For it grows what you've sown
Please don't surprise.

But do one thing, my dear pal,
For your future bright,
Stop complaining, roll your sleeves,
Stand up straight, and fight.

For thats what you should do.
To bring upon the change;
Because to complain is feeble's game
And it's vain.

By- Vinod

Regards: Vinod Jadhav
"www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com"