Why blame anyone, Least of all, Sai, For mess in life And around? I survey and reflect Only to learn That My own miscalculations, Errors of judgement, Blind trust and pride, Proved ruinous, Though distressing situations I could overcome.
That's what I sowed. I am reaping The harvest Of thorns and thistles In love of kith and kin And acquaintances.
Still there is much To be happy over. All not gone wrong. Gods reward Honest wrongs also.