It is like drowning,
It is a race against the wind.
It is a prize below bronze
And is happiness like death!
It is like a long walk
In the month of hot April.
It is like a season
Without spring over the dales.
It is like a musical note
Rendered in the wrong tune.
It is like a minister’s speech
Everything out of context.
It is like a tempest
Making calculations wrong.
It is like a fall
Causing injuries to heart.
What are your expectations?
What is the actual result?
Find the difference
And that is your happiness or failure.
For minimum expectation
There is no maximum limit.
Know this axiom
And redfine your life.
failiure is happiness like death...well said...it opens up a lot of avenues.....a lovely poem on the subject i take it into my favs
Failures, I have many in my life's time, and I learned the hard and painful ways to stumble and get up right away.l also learned that whenever there is an ending there is a new and brighter beginning, you got my vote, great work, Love and Peace, Romeo
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For minimum expectation//There is no maximum limit. // Know this axiom // And redfine your life.’ Passion is dys-passion [painful passion] but dispassion is dispersion …well addressed ...poem pocketful of wisdom… thanks Sir... 10 Ms. Nivedita UK