Perfection and Ruins

In this world of beautiful things,
Those are fortunate who came as human beings,
While having power to do everything;
Many don’t do anything;
Rather, at end, being converted to a useless thing.

With most having desire to become rich fast;
Still can’t take along, a single penny at least,
Being fortune to have most powerful brains;
In this living treatise being exclusive and vast;
Still in rains of despair and in vain.

Good deeds never ends, they remain forever;
Life is too small to be sad and be in pain;
Perfection is to be practised again and again;
Extending nobility and fame, that will ruin never.