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A distant dream
reserved for the cream-
those chosen few;
was the success I knew.
The smile on my face
on darkest of days
like bright sunshine,
said success was mine.
A dizzy escalation
calling for celebration
of unfolding life new
was the success I knew.
A simple pleasure
I pursue at leisure;
a word, dot and line
said success was mine.
A final destination
permanent coronation
a hill top with a view,
was the success I knew
Shedding wilted and worn
for the new leaves born;
a growing vine
said success was mine.
My failures and learning
flames of hope burning
simple joys bursting seams,
life with success gleams.
It started as simple lines for me Vidya but then along the lines it turned beautiful, profound and so lovely! (might be just me... but I liked how you described it further.. thick and thin, simple things, success indeed) :) Cheers.
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem, Vidya. Profound and powerful. I am in love with the last stance in particular. :) very well done.
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