With every step, I add to my failure,
Walks it with me or destiny?
They say victory doth always lure,
But I doubt if there exist any.
Still I work forward,
At least for not getting failed,
How can victory pour reward
On someone whom destiny jailed?
And I have to go till my last fall,
These small tumbles make me look below,
Victory would’ve only made a call
From the sky to cajole a blind follow.
Thus I like my failure,
For there is a constant knock at my door.
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