Failure
My dreams lie on the top of the hill
Covered with mysterious ice
Now and then they call me, my presence
Is needed to make them free.
I try to reach them tying a rope
From the ground to the top
The rope is cut and the knot is untied
By the fate hidden in the darkness
I fall upon the ground with a big thud
Failure falls with thumping success
I relish the delicious taste of experience
As I succeed successively in failures
poem by Abdul Wahab
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