Most of the time you'll find me, smiling with pride,
Though, waves of emotions are compiling inside;
I'm the statue, cast out of struggles,
Like from the black cloud, sunshine smuggles.
I'm the winner of a thousand lost battles;
Now which seems to be forgotten prattles;
Eyes full of tears in joy and sorrow,
I always hope for better tomorrow.
I'm a common person, someone among you;
I'm an optimist, existing in old, in young you;
I'm the one who never cheat,
Let others speak about your defeat.
Whats your character, you decide;
You're a motivator, you're a pride;
You'll fail sometimes, like I did;
But standing again, proves that you're not an Outbid.
Proud of u always
ReplyDeleteBut standing again, proves that you're not an Outbid.......smashing..
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