Maybe my children are luckier than me I ask for death from my God every morning and evening And my children embrace death even before they come into the world.
Even after years of hard work, when you call your people, you come to know that the maid of this house has more respect than you. Then all the anger comes out on your breath Why don't you stop? Keeps going even after so much humiliation
When opportunity is knocking at your door And may compulsion become a hindrance for you Then these circumstances is not wrong rather you yourself are weak or cowardly