I lost a hundred times
But I am not a loser,
I failed a thousand times
But I am not a failure,
I made countless mistakes
But I am not a defect,
I am not torn
But patched, reborn,
I have shed pools of tears,
But my smiles, a thousandfold,
I have broken down to pieces
Yet stood up to put a brave front,
Paled is the lustre of life,
Yet, have thrown in colours
In the canvas of life,
What do you know, sweet soul,
The journey is on,
Filled with pebbles and petals
Barefoot you’ve to walk,
Sometimes on fire,
Sometimes on ice,
Each one fighting a different battle,
Aren’t we all?
Winners in our own way,
Apparent in our fighting spirit,
And fixated splendid crown,
Yes, a woman
Battered but bold,
A mother, a twinkling star
Dusted in magic,
Sprinkled with gold.
I LOST A HUNDRED TIMES
