What happens whenSomething happens with a personThat is apparently not acceptable,But still inevitable!When this happensSeems to him,He is crippled, not able to run,In his fate, written only “ruin, ruin!”He loses all the weaponsCourage, bravery, passion, confidence— All disappear as if they don’t exist!He loses his heart,Seems to one he is dead,Being moved in a cart,To the graveyard.Surroundings become hellGood buddies suggest, “You will, you shall!”Jealous ones laugh and say, “You can never get well!”Failure becomes a bell,It echoes down the whole earth,Suggesting you,“You are of no worth!”FailureFills the eyes with tearsSoul gets tearedAnd the body loses its wears!How his earsBear the sever hears?I swear, No painting can depict and rate.He becomes desperate,Desperate of his success!Success strikes him like circus!Failure deprives him of his crownAnd he becomes only a clown.A different type of clown!!!A serious clownWho has got nothing funny on his faceBut he has lost the raceLeaving behind his kith and kin,Laughing at him.

He wonders and pondersAsks himself the reasonsWhy couldn’t he see the horizons?Comes a voice,Which satisfies him twice:“This universe is a mart No rewards without work hard!That’s why, God, the Lord,Has not supported you in cards!”He begs His pard, (pardon)And learns this ‘Simple Principle’.It’s more to him than a word of Bible! Now he believes in makingEvery impossible possible!Just removing ‘im’Through working like a water-pin;Putting the hurdles in a bin;Practising like a wheel rim;Indulging into struggle grim!He has closed all thoseOf his ears and eyesThrough which he used to observeThe world’s hue and criesWhich used to make his heart fry!Which used to force him die! Now he has yelled to this world:“Good-bye, Good-bye!”Failure has taught him a lessonThough a pain as well which will never lessenWhich was important to learn as a human.He makes screams, but does not weep!He sees dreams, but does not sleep!He looks at the surfaces, but also peeps into the leaks!He is completely out of his old costume,And no more in category of the weak!He has strengthened his beliefsHe has grown, so no mourn on grieves.Grieves are like the autumn leavesWhich besides the green leavesAre born on the life’s trees!His colleagues call him a freak,