All around blaming me,
Whispering and giggling
As Failure slapped my face!
Tears did not fall than;
Though my eyes were red.
Confusing thoughts circling mind
Wondering how I make this right?
In my heart somewhere
There is a winning sight! !
I keenly look through mistakes
To find that winning light.
To grab that chance
From the spoils of fails
I gather confident rut
From broken tools
I carve my shoes.
And dare to take my flight.
Through the failed gates
Towards horizon planes
I see my destiny arise…
Yes! ! That's My winning fate
It Applause and awaits! !
I will do it. Yes I can! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem