Happiness In Failure Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

I have been a failure in life,
a total failure —
before I explain, tell me:
how do you judge failure?

Here is a fellow
who could have been
a good researcher —
did he become one?

Could have been
a good teacher —
he left and chose
academic administration.

He rose in administration,
wanted to bring reform,
and in his enthusiasm
he did not last long.

He could write —
but he did not preserve
many of his articles;
they cannot be traced now.

Thus he went on —
here, there, everywhere.
What does he feel now?

Happiness in failure.

Does success come
to everyone?