The ecstacy of success
Still evades me far
List of my achievements
Are extremely meagre
For I have nothing
To be well proud of
And claim my place
On the very top
The pangs of failure
Scorching my heart
Are what I carry along
And cant do it long
I can’t help grieving
Don’t want to be a sloth
The pain of defeat is
What makes me go on
Is it the question of strength
Or a matter of will
How hard I try
Try to succeed
Desperation within me
Eager is my want
I need to struggle
To lament no more
For victory is
Still a very distant thought
Soon I shall be something
Someone worth respect
Thousands of leagues apart
Above the common
Yet I shall be working
To scale heights yet unknown
