It shines as a star in life's sky,
It is the dream in everyone's eye.
It is the golden word “success” ,
Without which, life seems meaningless.
It is the sweet dream ,
I love to see every night.
When the sun goes away ,
And the moon emerges in sight.
Until now, I've toiled for the same,
But, believe me, its not an easy game.
I long for it in every new race ,
But it always ends up in a mess.
Failure has been a daily routine ,
And success to me remains unseen.
Failure comes to me every single day,
Be it June or the next end of May.
Each time I repeat, “I'll achieve it Today”,
The results say “Better luck the next day”.
Today, I lack in courage and power,
And simply nod “The grapes are sour”.
Everyday, my wishes have been overrun,
No surprise then that I hate The Sun.
Even Then, The leaves whisper its name,
To the breeze that simply blows.
With the sweet aroma of the jasmine,
Thoughts of success, to me, are so close.
I softly behold them in my arms,
But alas! Dream, only for a short time glows!
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