I believed in things most people didn’t
I trusted people most people wouldn’t
I had faith in my spark.
The world found it all to be dark.
But still, here I stand strong.
Amongst the right and the wrong.
I was called a fool, a fool, a motley fool.
Drowning in my own pool?
In the world of judges where is justice?
In the world of liquors which the most liquorice?
Who would be the judge of it?
Neither you nor me, will that be fit?
Here alone I sit.
With people thriving on every bit.
Growth is physical.
Success is logical.
Excellence is the aim.
Just to keep success as gain.
By Pooja Sharma