Real Charm... Poem by Varsha M

Today, standing up high
With a broad smile and sigh
As I walk with head high

Only because at every fall
Nothing made you to befall
But to rise up again with a call.

Mighty be the slap of disgust
Mighter becomes the call of august
Until you materialize it as a must.

Wait and watch the failure
They never give up to those jeer
In fact, built ladder to climb like macher.

I admire my every remose
As I walk the alley of penitence
Chesiling road to eminence.

Failure is no harm
Fighting it is real charm.

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