NO ONE TO COUNT UPON
The world is a perennial fair,
So much far and yet so near;
People come and people go,
The life speeds up and also gets low;
But there's no one to count upon...
The worthy gets the dirt,
And filthy finds a spurt;
This world is strange as the people themselves,
There's no place for love and all place for blames;
Success is the scale from the dusk to the dawn,
And there's no one to count upon,no one to count upon......