*failure Poem by Abdul Wahab

My dreams lie on the top of the hill
Covered with mysterious ice
Now and then they call me, my presence
Is needed to make them free.

I try to reach them tying a rope
From the ground to the top
The rope is cut and the knot is untied
By the fate hidden in the darkness
I fall upon the ground with a big thud
Failure falls with thumping success
I relish the delicious taste of experience
As I succeed successively in failures









































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