Alone wandering by the sea, I found a pretty flea. "What's success ? You dainty creature ." "Sorry, you ask that old preacher"
I inquired and replied he: Success is -
Getting something which others have not, Winning something for which they too have fought. It's a memorable experience of heaven, While thou are still on earthen. So my child be determined, To leave the whole world behind.
Then only you'll get success, Not less but in excess.
This poem was composed by me way back in 2004 when I was in XIIth grade. My English teacher gave us all an assignment to write a poem and this was the outcome of that. It is teenage impression of Success. I found it today among some old books of mine. Childish and quite ludicrous I find it today, but still it feels like I should post this. My first attempt at poetry this was !! --SKY