A poem titled Success by Nidhi Gandhi

 A poem titled Success. 

i’m up at five, 

 

ready by six,  

i don’t think i’ll survive, 

i think i’m going to be sick, 

don’t want to be late,

gonna hand in the work,

can’t stop nor wait,

through the halls i lurk, 

four classes a day, 

ninety minutes each, 

it feels like a decade that’s all i can say,  

but I have to do as i preach, 

and keep moving, 

keep rising, 

stay grooving,  

it’s surprising, 

someday, i’ll be on top, 

in a world that i love, 

but even then i won’t stop, 

I’ll keep soaring like a dove. 

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