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May 2014
I was not turned down, I was not sent back,
I was propelled forward.
The world saw me slapped in the face,
I saw the world tap me on my shoulder.
What I was told was, I could not walk through that door.
But what I heard was, that I should fly over the wall.

No matter how utterly you fail, how deep you sink,
You will never end deeper than anyone else,
Exactly six feet from where you are right now.
But the mighty Himalayas are always rising into the sky
So everyone who dares to, will always be
The very first to climb higher than anyone before him.

Epilogue:
It’s not the chair you sit on, it’s the dream.
It’s not the door you walk through, it’s the wall.
If you are good, they will put a piece of metal, on your chest.
If you are great, they will put a piece of metal, in your chest.
Now, do you still choose to be denied?!
Copyright © 2014 Ashish Gupta
Ashish Gupta
Written by
Ashish Gupta  M/Cleveland, Ohio
(M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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