O! He is just jammy!
The society is envious of his success,
The limelight he takes wherever he goes,
The attitude he shows,
The wealth he displays.
The invidious men secretly pine for his stature,
Resorting to calumny and pulling him down,
Yet, they can’t succeed in their insidious plans.
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O! They should have seen him then.
Waking up when there was still dark,
While the world was snoring cheerfully,
The tireless efforts he put, the bruises he received,
The hurdles he overcame, the fit of desperation,
The blackout, the misses and the failures,
He had borne them all, steadfast in faith,
Focussed on his dreams, he had made it.
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You call him lucky, he feels blessed.
Luck is in his hands, he knows,
And thus, he inspires, through his dedication and zeal,
Those men who are ready to battle it out,
Who won’t leave the battleground at the slightest fall,
Being responsible and lifting others on their journey.
True, we don’t see the struggles behind the successes. Beautiful poem, Amrita. 💚
It reminded me of one anonymous poem we read in school
“He pldded on with faith and pluck
And when he won men called it luck!”
Always the case
Beautiful. The struggles behind success…each one has his/her own battles to make it to the top.
There is so much that goes into becoming a success. The lazy and envious ones consider none of that. Well penned
Very nice💚
That was lovely Amrita
Very nice Amrita💚
beautiful poem Amrita… with beautiful moral value.
Struggle behind success
Loved it Amrita💚💚