Sow your seeds of hard work now,

So that later you needn't bow,

To be one among in the success row,

To emerge from the lowest of the low.

Success has its own cost,

However from view it might be lost,

Sweat and tiredness you now post,

Will return someday as something to boast.

Harden your heart and minds will,

Ready to face the battle of life and kill..

The laziness which is devils mill,

Just to keep away that minds ill.

Never was a struggle lost in vain,

Never was a good deed done with pain,

Never was a thunder without rain,