The success didn’t come to her in a day,
and you are envious of her smile today
but you fail to see
the forbearance of many sleepless nights the falls,
the stumbles,
the failures,
the disappointments,
you ignore to see them behind that glory
and assume success come to her in a whiff
and with such precarious assumption
you rest on your heels
giving a pass to exhort
and wait for success to arrive
on a golden chariot
and blame the universe for being unfair
and God for injustice
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The Reluctant Poet 