After a long month of hailstrom on my heart’s land,
I saw rainbow – that glittering seven coloured band!
Amidst trail of failures, flood of tears, bleak sign of success,
I became a spectator of my broken hope every minute, so helpless!
Lady Luck denied to pull me up from the slippery floor,
I tried to stand but ill fortune pushed me hard to fall.
My little venture was about to end; no more moral encouragement,
I was on verge of being blamed for worthless poor management .
I looked at my silent pen waiting to register my feelings on paper,
One morning my inner courage was awakened, I began to roar.
A month later my manuscript was in my hand in form of book,
My phone rang non stop, erasing all doubts about my outlook.
Aaradhana Agarwal
thepoeticmeee
