Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


All About Confidence


Now I feel nausea
On my own destiny
Around me all are getting gold
But I am here rotting.

I too could have climbed
A tree, a rock of rare height
But it was the witch who told me that
I did not have iron wings

But I see men of nothing
Grin with flashing white teeth
Chuckle and smile looking at me

Now I imagine
Despair is the culprit who
Desisted me from pursuing my dream
Possible and impossible
Directly proportional to confidence
You bring in

Turn the wheel
It is never late
Combine your efforts with belief
No one else, only you win.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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  • Queeny Gona (10/4/2013 8:45:00 AM)

    Rightly said, it is never late!

    There is never a wrong time to do a right thing! Inspiring read! (Report) Reply

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