The mystery of success
In the cupped palm of your delicate
hand, you hold the terrific secrecy
of success, drained water is the
struggle and disappointment at times,
many a time I let them go,
in the sieve of Faith in God,
Sincerity is your strength,
to hold it steady and straight,
undulated by moods and trappings,
with a pot on your head
you do the rope walking,
without losing your balance.
Like a white Dove, Success
Swoops on you, pecks on your body,
thrills you, excited ‘ encore’.
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