Never Cry For Failure Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why at all I should dream for unreal things?
When there is no such possibility for something
I am here in form of human being and that is only fact
Who may feel for me and guide to the noble act?

“No one may” be the ultimate answer to the question
It has found several times the burning desire with mention
The relation is built till the attainment of some real worth
It was not at all considered and was coming forth

The world is nor for wicked and weak
Your struggle and work in volumes must speak
The world may take note only when it is sang all over
You will need then no help or any cover

The world can be bent to your choice
As you are now powerful with your voice
Your word is having some weight and means
Everybody is realizing your worth and somehow leans

You have never cried for failure
It had made your life miserable and very unsure
Still you kept on struggling with full determination
You have every reason to smile at the result of examination

It is not the wealth that you inherit from parent
Your talent and usefulness may look apparent
When you resume to work or come to the public notice
They will towards you with hope and full of promises

You can call it a day of resurrection
Not of repentance but reward for actions
World has taken a note of your contribution
As man you have stood alone for real distribution

All great visionaries were ordinary individual
They took it as challenge and treated as casual
Nothing seemed to them torturous or unusual
They kept simple life as means and ideals