Tuesday, February 15, 2011

8 lines

For some success comes,even if it takes time and it feels great then.
For some,wait is a little longer,hurts a little more but then I am sure it would be even sweeter.
For those who took that plunge,fell hard but stood up again..

And I took the plunge,eyes closed,smile wide,
Held the bull,took it by horns,braced that ride.

Grip,initially firm,stride confident,serene,
World,resplendent,promising all its sheen.

But far too many jerks,tussles,slips,
Sheen dampened,steady light no more,mere weak blips.

For the grip started slipping,and fall seemed into abyss,
With gloves missing,safety net,torn,lose,amiss.

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