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THE JOURNEY OF SUCCESS


It all starts with a new challenge, everyday,
a battle against yesterday, for a better today.

Haunted by your regrets and fears,
mistakes and failures, solitude and tears.

It all continues with single step, and timely stride,
slowly moving towards your goal, where you'll never be tired.

Your goal might be locked on the pin point top of a mountain,
remember to follow the mantra, without pain, there ain't any gain.

It all ends with glory, that opens with a key of hardwork,
where you'll see happiness, celebration and firework.

But promise, you'll sing the success song,
and continue this journey, lifelong.

-Sulaiman Sait

This inspirational poem as a guest post is penned by my dear friend, Sulaiman. He lives in Chennai and currently pursuing his medical course. There are a lot of things we share in common but writing is the foremost similarity we share. He helps me in everything whether it is life's situation, studies or about writing, he guides me whenever I ask for. Since, I am going through life's most important phase (Career oriented) and that is why to inspire me he graced My Friendship with such a beautiful and uplifting poem to which I can connect completely. He himself is a wonderful poet and can write over any topic in the world. That is what makes me amazed. Believe me, it is worth to read his interesting compositions mainly based on society and facts. He writes his heart at Sulaiman's work- my dream mausoleum

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  1. indeed very inspirational ..
    thank you for sharing simran

    Bikram

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    1. Yes, Bikki dear :)

      Pleasure to have you here.. thank you ji :D

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  2. This is wonderful! And all the best to you Simran. Let all your dreams come true :)

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  3. your words keep me going! (y)
    I am glad to start y day by reading your inspiring post!

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  4. This is indeed inspirational Sulaiman! Great share Little one :) :) :) I also liked the intro written for him :) :) :)

    Someone is Special

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    1. Great ti have you here after a long gap.Glad you liked it Sarav :)
      Thank you :)

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