I am sad; I am the saddest among the intact world.
I want to be happy but I am not when all others are
I believed the entire world conspire for my success
But I realize, I was wrong, none conjure for others
All machinate for their own success, not for others
Even I desire and complot to become a success
All want to be success; that is the cabal within all
Might be that confederacy lead people to live life
I had a lot of pains in the past, all might had pain
But my past pains induced ripe resolutions later
Now also I feel all my anguishes are for future grace
Such altering go through of mine is a lesson for my life
So now I welcome all my hurts with receptive mind
I anticipate the presence of someone in my life
To descend and switch my botherations into joy
I don’t know who is that, I trust that might be God.