was once without her glory.
Living was a pair of rolling dice;
anything would always suffice.
Sunlight-starved days;
gloom had words to say.
Clouds without the rain;
long faces with tears stain.
Ridding on the back of struggle -despair had reasons to giggle.
Roads were really rough-
frustration of a whopping cough.
Nothing good comes easy.
At times one must be busy.
A little romance with persistence
is of an enormous essence.
Believe in your golden dreams
or die beneath the stream.
Days are not always bright-
nights also have their rights.
Music is not always melodious.
Jokes are not always hilarious.
A sincere success story
was once without her glory.
