Success Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

SUCCESS
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
If only success were to come to me
In all its rich colours
For I strive and achieve
But I do not thrive with success;

My smell of success
Is like the scent of a woman
A married woman with a twenty year old son
Who has much to thank the Lord for
But I need that extra touch,
The icing on the cake
Which when well done
Is the very thing that my life needs;

How would I paint the abstract
And real concept of success
With vivid and vibrant shades
A landscape abound with dollar signs
Around my name
And the scene would have the happiness
Of bright sunshine on a pleasant day;

The smell would be of
Freshly laundered linen mingled
With the fragrance of honeysuckle
And the scent of jasmine
And the crackling feel of clothes
Fresh out of the dryer
And my success would not come costly
And would not have the undertones of Machiavellian tactics.