Marked by the bloom of first failure,
Till then, life was a lot merrier.
It is when the bubble of lee bursted,
Wondered if lone my sword was rusted?

Morals-motivations paid no gain
But the doll of Daruma was no vain,
Instilled the lessons of a worrier
For a fighter, defeats are no barrier.

Stand again and again if you fall,
Thriving till the end makes you tall.
Those will perish, who are wimp,
Stands strong the doll with no limp.

Let fate not make you slender,
Today the rose is no long tender.
And, anguish of past sieved from dust;
Hold on, because the arrival of tomorrow is a must...

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