So many of my wishes have come true in vain
that I have grown weary of wishing anymore.
When perils multifold had crippled me in the past,
so often wishing for an early end but woe,
soon what I mistook as the end turned out to be
the start of even grander disasters for me!
When love and trust and perhaps even luck or fate
stood on the verge of running out, so often I
had wished, with all my heart, that life would turn around
but woe, the turns often were worse in all accounts!