There are many reasons you cannot help. Just sit and watch the game. As a hunter chases and a prey runs. And there the thrill of the game starts.

Why did you take this exam this time?

Judge thyself least, 
by the exams you pass.
Judge thyself in pride,
by the exams you fail.

Then there is the will:
To walk the path of failures to success.
The fruit that you taste there,
is sweeter to Manna Dew.

The seedling that you plant there,
Offers all shadowy shade of the Sun.
Slowly you learn, to accept in hard core-
The many reasons you cannot help.

And you start back;
to learn in the move-
To simply sit and watch the game. 
As a hunter, chases the prey.

And the pray should run,
As fast as it can. 
In same sped you start;
Running from failures to success.

And there starts,
the thrill of the game.
The opponents keep us chilled.
And soothes our mind with courage.

And now you realise the chances,
you took to clear the exams.
And now again you realise,
the fuller worth of failures.

And the ones,
who have tasted the failures.
The ones who have tasted,
the ups and downs of life.

Have known the 
sweet sweat of success
And enjoyed well,  
the thrill of the game.

And so am I here.
To take the exam this time-
For hunter is always behind its prey.
And this time the exam is mine!

:Parvathy Ramachandran


 

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