All of us do endeavor and struggle hard

To become successful in all that we do

But our pursuits don’t pay much dividend

And very few persons are really blessed

With what is called as a Midas touch.

In spite of putting in satisfactory effort

The goal set forth remains a distant post

In the quest of which, the objective is lost

But few lucky persons find the right tract

With what is called as a Midas touch.

Notwithstanding the sincere leaning

Some find it too complex in achieving

Friendliness with all in social mixing

But a few we find acclaim embracing

With what is called as a Midas touch.

Hard work and untiring efforts yield not

Sincerity and transparency support not

For enjoying the fruits of achievement

But few we find benefiting from the start

With what is called as a Midas touch.

It is neither labor nor diligent striving

That pushes up one in life’s gathering

All these are but hollow words yelling

If not one is blessed from the beginning

With what is called as a Midas touch.