O Success, Where Are You? Poem by ashok jadhav

(A lone figure stands beneath a dim spotlight, eyes searching the distance, voice wavering between hope, anger, and aching resolve.)
O Success…
Where are you?
I have called your name in sleepless nights,
Chased your shadow through endless days,
Followed every rule they handed me like scripture—
And still, you remain silent.
They told me you reward the patient,
That you arrive for those who work, who wait, who believe.
So I worked.
I waited.
I believed—
Until belief itself grew tired in my hands.
Are you hiding behind someone else's fortune?
Do you favor louder voices, faster feet,
Or those born closer to your door?
I see you smiling in other lives,
Resting easily on shoulders less burdened than mine,
And I ask—am I invisible to you too?
Do you know how much I have given?
How many times I have fallen, risen, failed, begun again?
Each scar I carry bears your name,
Each dream deferred still whispers of you.
And yet… you do not answer.
But listen to me now, Success.
If you think my silence is surrender, you are wrong.
If you believe my waiting is weakness, you have misread me.
I am still here.
Still striving.
Still becoming.
O Success, where are you?
Perhaps you are not ahead of me…
Perhaps you are being forged within me,
In the struggle, in the patience, in the refusal to quit.
And if that is true—
Then wait.
I am coming.