If the wish yielding gem slips from the hand, one repent profusely, when wealth of a pauper is lost he suffer beyond words, if the motto of being man is missed, soul burns in pangs of failure without fire, cannot even repent, with infinite burns to subtle entity look for a soothing pond and wander to attain a ray of hope to materialize the truth of self with torrential current of blissful nectar, be warn and be wakeful to align self with true spirit to make it, late is better than never,
May Lord Bless all,
Thanks please