Try I will, I may not succeed
One step ahead, with each attempt
The fruit of success is all so sweet
The upshots of failure are not that bitter
Fight I will, till the battle is won
Strive I will, be it day or dawn
Moving mountains, with my Labour
Waking myself, from years of slumber
It’s how you define success, which is all that matters
Some say its money, some say its fame
I say it’s being happy in whatever you are doing
As when you are happy, the rest will keep flowing
In the end, when the curtains fall
All my dreams turned to ashes, all my tangibles reduced to dust
No matter how many would miss me, no matter how many would have cried
I want the world to say, there lived a man who tried
Written by Nishant Mathur, PGPM 2018, Great Lakes Institute of Management, Chennai
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