They say failure is the pillar of success.
The pillar is what gives me strength.
Each time I try to stand, the Wheel of Fate knocks me down.
But little does it know, that I am a cat who always lands on her feet.
‘Optimistic’ should be my middle name, yet,
I don’t know if I can survive this game..
a rat race in which we all are in….
destiny being the ringmaster, cracking his whip in his chagrin.
Abstemious to these taunts, these criticizms, I must go on…
What is life without strugglings for the things I love?
I don’t fear running, but I’m afraid to stop.
I don’t fear trying, but I’m afraid to give up.
I don’t fear falling, because I know one day I will stand.
I fear the guilt, that would kill me…
If I give up on the path I have chosen, the road less traveled.
Failure is the pillar of success, but the pillar wasn’t made in a day…
The sweat of the laborers glisten on the bricks that cage its frame…
The bricks being nothing but the agonizing memories
Of failures, guilt, hopelessness and despair….
Which cluster now to stand tall,
And kiss the feet of success……
And this pillar is what gives me strength.
– Shreshtha Chakraborty