I've shot and missed,
Planned and it's marred,
Sang and nobody danced,
Wooed and woed, met foes;
Aimed at but couldn't attain.
Loved and it wasn't returned;
I rose to fall, climbed and fell.
I searched but never found,
Came close but never reached.
To fit in I fell off my feet in falter,
Went far, almost but never entered.
Longed for long, prayed answers await;
Climbed the stage but nobody impressed,
Spoke but they listened not or comprehend.
Yet I believe I ain't a failure.
I made a bad turn yet I'll return,
The horse is dead but not the rider;
A good rider always retake his mistake;
For quiting is a sharp knife on my neck.
Life isn't a piece of cake, yet I'll partake
In its treasures, surely I'll win the jackpot.
2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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