Who am I? What am I?
I'm more than my mistakes;
Every scar speaks,
have crossed a rake.
though I gathered,
all together
It felt as if,
Clouds had clattered....
Stop counting my mistakes;
With every fall down,
Confidence was at stake.
There I got up
tied my lase;
Listen the story
that I rephrase
All that matters is,
at the "End"
What are the possibilities?
What I learned?
What I earned?
What are my abilities?
Can I bring smile
to atleast a face?
'YES' indeed it's a,
blessing with grace....
Winners are those,
the longer who stays;
Hope does wonders,
even in amount as trace.
and here I am
Flying in air,
satisfying myself
has often been rare....
Everything today looks
Fine and fair...
Actually keep counting my mistakes,
It'll help you analyse
what a 'Hero' I am
during our future handshakes.......