944: Success(I) Poem by Amit Biswas

944: Success(I)



I read your success!
I used to tell you my dreams,
Of seeing your work on TV,
I read it on paper, on the net,

My happiness leaves a sigh,
Your job gives you your high,
I wish you took a break,
And looked back at the streak,

The roller you drove to proceed,
Had ironed many a sown seed,
Would you ever require those yields,
May be not, or else, you’d protect your field.

But may be its still all okay,
Till you start seeing the decay,
By then it might be too late,
You will end up blaming your fate.

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Amit Biswas

Amit Biswas

West Bengal, India
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