They wish me
luck in endeavors
And then pose
queries, what will happen
If I am lost in
life’s tremors?
And I am shaken so much, that I cannot pen
Even a word as
I face defeat
They ask me,
what shall be my feat?
I smile and
thank for their wish
And say,
“Defeat is just another dish
That can be
tasted with a smile,
And this
thought shall keep joy all the while”.
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