Bad childhood,
Loss of Mother,
Drunkard Father,
Foundation was strong
To grow mature.
Too early in life,
I conquered fear,
Learnt to speak clear.
Grew up, loved a woman,
She left me for another man.
I tried many jobs,
All I got was jeering jibes.
Thus,
Life, I thought
Was sum of failures.
After traveling afar
On the life’s shore
I ended up becoming
A philosopher.
A failure.
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Rhyming this one is, and nice ! , on a poetry spree?
a philosopher is never a failure! beautifully expressed!
@Mahitha,
Ya, on writing spree now a days
@Soumya,
Ha ha
Thanks a lot! hmmm what I think is, after series of failures, or life experiences, one becomes a good teacher or philosopher…….preacher basically. You are right that philosophers are not failures – they have become immortals, many of them.