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A poem submitted by Sandeep Poddar, 12'th Pass, Mumbai.

he worked by day,
and toiled by night,
he gave up play,
and some delight,
dry books he read,
new things to learn,
and forged ahead,
success to earn,
he plodded on with faith and pluck,
and when he won,
men called it luck.

Comments: True, often hard-work is misunderstood as luck.

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