Success


The dream is to reach the sky,
Not to crawl like a moribund fly.
It might take many sleepless night,
But till every reach, I will fight.
Many will drag, many will taunt,
But their action will never make me haunt.
To become something, I need to be true,
And one day I will become, one of the few.

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