It was the interview thirty nine
Oh my bad again, I wasn't fine!
Were they too good or I was unfit,
It is the problem, I could never hit!
Since the first one till this interview,
I was always in right mood and
Prepared with confidence full,
Yet result was a nightmarish gull!
No worries! Let me go for the forty,
And will prove me success worthy!
It happens so often and interestingly,
That fortifies me even more fervently!
Hope and passion to win the space,
Keeps one continue on the solo race!
This is not the struggle with latitude,
But it's a test to know your attitude!
One who stops at forty one will not
Listen the song of win at forty two,
That will be the most melodious
From any fairies sang like prodigious!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem