Success

I've tasted success,

I know what it feels like;

It's more than preaching

Over a mike.

The other day I sombrely walked

As all my ships lay in the dock

And I threw one party

Then another on my boat

And tides raged in 

And I swam afloat.

There is no antidote for laziness

But work

True golden work

And work I must

And daily toil

For the ryot

And the fairies

And the pygmies all mine.

It's late today

But time is a fallacy

And my striving

Not a mere heresy.

Success knocks on my door

As I am busy

Polishing the floor

And the lights are lit

And I have arrived

With companions

From far and wide.

The wildflowers

Know not what to say

And my journey is safe

As I sail

Into the vast expanse

Of love and life

And what will prevail

Is success in hindsight.

-- Doel Sengupta