Treasure Island

Sriram Sampath


Success


What is Success
I come not to say
for there are many others
who know the way
how to reach, what to do,
how to know, they convey.
 
All i know is I fear success for
after that I know not what i will work for.
 
If success is the destination,
I fear the journey, for it will end
 
if success is the aim,
I fear the principles I have to bend
 
if success is the ultimate high,
I fear the ensuing downhill I have to fend
 
if success is a result of my efforts
I fear the arrogance that could blend
 
if success becomes my only purpose
I fear for my life that is bound to fall by the wayside saddened
 
Above all, 'what next' is the only question
by which my mind is deafened.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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