I am the soul
Who never win a goal.
Talking to me is my plan
No other go, that's what I can
The word to me by others is' try '
Which will make my mind 'dry? '
When I am unable to make my day right
For successful failure, I thank God at night
When I go for perfection
Automatically, I will met rejection
So what? There is a conjunction
Between failure and success, that's improvisation.
I succeed nothing
But will learn something
what's 'Success' - Smile over air
'Failure' - Real smile under water.
When I get chance to drown
I can learn swimming
Like that, when I fail
I have a reason to restart
So let me expect failing
But never think of mind nailing
Let me burn myself in failure
But rise like phoenix ever longer
Be a crocodile - powerful in water
Where others powered in land
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem