Failure, We Haven't Faced Till

By Bhuvanesh Arya

In our vast sky, many stories are flying,

I asked one, why we have failures in life.

"I don't know really", the teller replied

"Sorry, would you help me for a while,

Barren land, trying to give it a rhyme,

Grass fields and sounds of some rainy bites"

Another story I knocked beside,

I asked, “Are you failed? Would you tell me the reason behind?”

Whimpering, carrying the body to the grave

"Friend, he died in a fight with religion slaves

Failed, sorry, I don't know where it hails,

I just know, for our nation they never fail"

With choked voice, I woke the next one,

Yawning, stinking, he smiled to me.

"Heard, what you want to ask me,

Failure, I don't count, I take the coin or

Anger with the same bowl. I don't think twice

To things, two meals a day enough to me".

I cleared my throat and with last hope,

Trembling fingers picked the blanket off.

Glittering eyes, whispered to me,

"Failure, I haven't faced till,

I succeed when my child smiles to me,

And my wife kiss-cuddle me in.

I succeed when my friends laugh at my jokes,

And my boss points at my hidden flaws,

When my parents hug me tight every day,

How can I say 'I fail in any way' ”.

By Bhuvanesh Arya