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Success

 What is success?

Do you know?

Success is winning!

But not just so,

Success is about failing,

And trying again,

But to give an explanation,

This poem will commence.


On the 23rd of August,

India accomplished its target 

Of sending a rocket to the moon

I'll be writing about that soon.

But how did it do it?

The mission failed twice,

The team could've given up,

But India didn't think that was wise.

India tried, and in the end,

They made sure the rocket was well and sent.

Trust that you can do it,

And soon enough you will be doing just it.

You might fail but not in vain,

Cause you can always try again!


How do athletes win a race,

Of course, they have to keep their pace!

But surely, they lost 1 or 2 times?

But because they tried, they did just fine!


I might've failed in making a perfect poem,

It is a task, I could just give up and go!

But because I tried, though hesitantly, 

I made it to the end just fine, you see?


Trust and trust, trust yourself, 

You can do it, you need yourself to help,

Just think straight, have perseverance in your mind,

Try and try and success you can find.


Failure can help, but sometimes poison too,

Keep your mind clear, don't let it do so.

The only thing you need is trust and trust alone,

You can do it, you can find your way home.


Failures are the stepping stones,

To the end, on which success drones.

Failure helps you make your path

To success, and achieve just that.

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